Way home

I'mma speak on some shit no body really speak on, I'm sad so I'mma sippin on this styrofoam, I'm just tryna find my way home, through this headphone

Yeah, I'mma speak on some shit nobody speak on Really need my dad but shit he gone
Tryna make it out so I'm singing these songs
When pops gets out , yeah, his sun's gon' be a star Yeah, I can already see it from afar
Like I ain't even been fucking with bars I've been doing good, I've been doing good, I've been doing good

I ain't even been sipping on that drink lately I ain't even been smoking that much dank lately
But it's the only thing that keep me out my mind Yeah, I think I'm going fucking blind
Lately I ain't even been feeling myself Like if I'm not high, I think about killing myself
So I get high, yeah, so I can feel like myself

Whatever you wanna do in life Find something that you don't mind doing for the rest of your life
Find something that you like And even if it seems like it's impossible, it's very, very possible
So don't get nervous If you have a big goal, just chip away at it until you get to where you need to be
I'm the same way, You looking for answers that you know you can't find

Like, you're not gonna be able to get it, you know what I'm saying? drives you crazy
But you thought you should have these answers, but you don't
I've been looking for answers, I don't think I'm gon' find one
I remember being a youngin parents couldn't keep the lights on

Now I'm walking across the stage with all this ice on
And these hoes hit me on my iPhone
I just wanna be alone Smoking all this gas, the only thing that make me feel at home
Just leave me alone, hoes hit me on my iPhone Every night, I don't text back, bitch, I ain't worth the fight

Every day is like another war up in my head When I get sad, I take another fucking med
Yeah, my heart, yeah, it's full of fucking dread
Yeah, this bad lil bitch, she left my text message on read
Little does she know I'm making all this fucking bread

Every day is another battle, every day is another struggle
That's why you gotta get out and you gotta go hustle
Why you gotta get out and you gotta go hustle
Yeah, I'm balling on these hoes, balling like triple double

I got this bad lil bitch, you know she the devil
I'm sipping on this lean, you know it's purple devil
I'm making all this cash, know I'm on another level
I got my hand on my fucking swivel

Come around this bitch, you might go hasta luego,
I'm sipping on this lean, I pour it in some blueberry faygo