Run For Home

November 21, 2019

Hmmm...80's retro therapy session. We like to fuck the listener a little bit on the intro. 




7 times 7 times 

I saw death close before my twentieth 

It could’ve been other people, 

There’s demons here, theres plenty fit 

Believe in soul existence

The lord is my own commitment 

We could be gone in an instant 

& I need a fucking assistant 



I dont owe nothing to nobody 

I’m coming in the room with a gold body 

Aint here to play aint mon ami 

Looking at my girl like oh mommy 

Never with a bird like coach bobby 

Put on god thats walahe

Seen old foes and they so salty 

You seen that kid with his possy? 


Letting it ring for the ART 

Roll a lil loud and a state car peak 

Sometimes got stress, and it aint our week 

Aint working out, aint ate all week 

Smile cos you gotta be fake all geeked 

Please dont call me I just want peace

Still got nightmares whenever I sleep  

Monsters stand by the bed on my feet 


I disappear when im in despair 

I’m blacking out while I’m in mid air 

Head to Laguardia, land in Ohare 

The toughest to swallow is nobody cares 

Everyone got their own after affairs 

I wanna be home already to decompress 

Im sending a prayer 

God were halfway there 


It’s like we were so close to catching the train but momma need her cigarettes 


I got Omens , dark moments

Highly capable of, self conscious self defeat 

Always wrong, when I tweak 

But I gotta get there, I gotta get there


Mami know im so papi 

I’m coming in the room with a gold body 

Everybody envy and its so funny 

Bitch im bent like origami 

I can tell who you are and your MO 

She want that fucking endo 

She stay in Angeleno 

We get the bag and then go 

I like that, I like that 

No colors, all white black 

We got that, that chronic 

The henny, that night pack 

That green, that blooming 

That purple, that lilac

Sold your, your dream 

I bought it, no buy backs 


I get to mid air, and im despair 

All that I need is the thunder to clear 

Look at the rain say fall over there 

Moving the storm, they better prepare 

All that I need is a bag and a stage 

The music had saved me when nobody came 

Still in the love and the happiness stage 

My Jordan year and im acting my age 



I can’t apologize for being exactly who I was made to be 

Take it up with GOD THEN


Cos I omens, dark moments 

Out the fire comes a pretty lotus 

& I will be 

dont worry about me 

worry about your damn self 




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