Going Home ft. Jordan Adams Lyrics

I used to always put the rhyme before painting the picture

I guess that I was trying to prove I'm a capable spitter

I'm trying to show them all the flow simply ain't for beginners

They used to shower me with praises, now I'm bathing in liquor

I'm grateful for drinkers, I hate that I'm sober

I'd rather stay with my sinners, they always hang 'til it's over

The days getting colder, I'm scared of the winter

My momma say I'm a winner, wonder what she'll say to my sister

I'm thankful for distance, it helps my fear of commitment

My father teary eyed, says even when I'm here, I don't listen

But I go there when I miss 'em, although I barely say shit to him

"I still love you, dearly" appears when the mirror is misty

Seems like it's clear but it isn't

Sometimes I feel like I'm gifted, often there's still something missing

I wish the people I trust couldn't so easily conceal their opinions

Or maybe they didn't, maybe I'm playing the victim

It's still feeling a bit different, but if switching positions

I'd go to bat for you, Joey's attitude is that of a pinch hitter

And I'm a big swinger, mixed with a bit of a lyrical ditch digger

The second I sip liquor

Are you really going home after all?

Are you really going home after all you've done?

Your legs gave way, your back against the wall

You are what you are, no matter how far you run

If I'm not going to explain it

Then I ought to give a demonstration

How Jay's pen game can't miss

Man he ain't the one for you to play with

Lately I stay changing, so it's painful to see

That you really still be on the same shit

Complacency and complaining is contagious

It's dangerous to be brainless

I pray I don't get famous, but I hate sitting in a basement

Trying to make hits, while I stay stressing

Trying to book a session for a paycheck

A fake friend tend to wonder why you ain't paid yet

They'll say I'm next, but I can't let

Blind faith watch me face plant on the pavement

It don't make sense, I'm too anxious to be patient

I'm way far past waist deep to be waiting/wading

I can count on y'all sheep, just to stay asleep

But I'm Meek, Ima keep dream-chasing

Until the day that I wake up in anguish

Jay's saying that he can't miss, but he aimless

To be Frank, he's shameless

Taking blame ain't painless

But scapegoating is tasteless

So close I can taste it

Joe broke, but his brain rich

Flow colder than fro-zone, but his folks told him

He won't blow, and he ain't yet

Most won't love or hate this

The cadence a little basic

But if they listen and relate with it

It'll make it onto the playlist

Figured fuck it, Ima stay lit

by the eighth hit of the rotation

Figured Acid was amazing

but I never really had a great trip

Figured out that I wasted

A lot of good years getting wasted

Thinking Satan and I ain't yet been acquainted

Figure I ain't really saying shit

I'm just praying that my brain lives

It's a lonely road going home

Taking it slow, hoping I make it

Are you really going home after all?

Are you really going home after all you've done?

Your legs gave way, your back against the wall

You are what you are, no matter how far you run

Are you really going home after all?

Are you really going home after all you've done?

Your legs gave way, your back against the wall

You are what you are, no matter how far you run