Come Home

I'll be fucked up if I don't come back home
I was up writing raps, I was sipping on patron
You was running in my mind, you was sitting in my dome

I was up fucking up, making moves
I don't want no single lady cause I only fuck blues
Talking hunnid Bills, sorry if you lose
But I don't wanna lose, mama
I Put my soul in this, mama, like

So I gotta fix it up with some tools
And then when I am upgraded, I come to you
Like a robot cause you told me, boy, you got no shot

I promise to death, do we part like the show stopped
Girl, I love you like I love to compose
All the tunes and the notes come together, like, woah
Girl, I shot you with an arrow from Cupid
I chop up the sample and then get to loop it, like

Girl, I can't change a single damn thing about my life
She told me she want me to sing her a love song
About how I love her but love gone
She asked for a picture, I told her with flash on

Damn, snap that picture, I don't miss her
She said, mister, can you fix me
I can't fix her, I could only really kiss her, like

Right on the cheek, peep through my peephole
Tell you one peak and you gon' see
Griffin got bricks on his back, steady carryin' round, bitch
Steady buildin' up trust like it ain't no house

But it ain't no wall that I ain't gon' trip, no, I ain't gon' fall
Got motion, bitch, but you callin a stall
I stop, but I got two steps with the ball
I pass it, baby, I'm passive-aggressive

I wrote out a statement, of problems address it to you,
Bitch, I'm back on the move, guess who
Young Griffin, yea I'm sendin' a message with clues,

I'll be fucked up if I don't come back home
I was up writin' raps, I was sippin' on Patron
You was runnin' in my mind, you was sittin' in my dome
I was up, fuckin' up, makin' moves
I don't want no single lady, cause I only fuck blues

Talkin' hundred bills, sorry if you lose
But I don't wanna lose, mama
I Put my soul in this, mama, like