Bye Honey

I'm still in search of feeling, why this zip don't work for me?
Most days, I sit and question if it's still some worth in me
I hate we had to spill him, find your boy a tourniquet

Send big bro in that rental, to your spot, refurbish it
Trackhawk, don't need to turn a key
We left, no turning back
Last month's still hurting me, it gave me tunnel vision
I use to run from it, still don't know who to trust with this
Man down, pick him up
Front door, kick it down
Red dot, burn him up
Pressure, baby, I'm coming down
I'm coming home, mama, I didn't forget
Shit, might get lonesome, but I won't hang my head
Shit, hit the road some', 'fore we start taking heads
Now that I'm grown up, I keep it to myself

I'm still in search of feeling, why this zip don't work for me?
Most days, I sit and question if it's still some worth in me
I hate we had to spill him, find your boy a tourniquet
My mama and my sister gon' be proud, I'm sure of that