Wayybackk Lyrics

I got to find my way back

I got to find my way back

I got to find my way back

I got to find my way back

I'm losing all my patience

Getting to deep in the flavor

That's my kryptonite what is it made of

Find my inner peace in gas and cadence

Ain't no trick in me my baby saved it, for me for me

Still they flock to me like I can save them

But realistically Im kinda faded to see, what you see on me

No I don't got big bank, but I take little bank

Cause you niggas the same to me

Army sergeant the rank

Does it come with some fame

Cause that shit like a dream to me

So damn long grinding for the paper

Where I went wrong, money don't make us

Shadows in my room but a bitch ain't what I bank on

Had to dirty up my shoes too muddy at the grave stone

I keep burying me, why I'm burying me

And I hardy can breath, yea I hardly can breath

But we gotta believe, believe in the dream

Getting that evergreen, to be free

Yea we gotta believe, believe in the dream

Getting that evergreen, to be free

Just wanna stunt like my momma yea

And get to the racks like my daddy been

I been road running just counting dead's

Just need me a Wraith or a Cullinan

Everyday I live a life of sin

Wondering if it's going to ever end

Don't really know what my problem is

But I got to get up and go again

I got to get how the summer went, no I won't fall on you

I got to bring all the trophies in, so nothing falls on you

Just gonna shine like a chandelier, no tall task for you

And no it's not all for you, I do it for me too

But I, But I, But I

But I, But I, But I

But I, But I, But I

But I

I got to find my way back

I'm losing all my patience

Getting to deep in the flavor

That's my kryptonite what is it made of

Find my inner peace in gas and cadence

Ain't no trick in me my baby saved it, for me for me

Still they flock to me like I can save them

But realistically Im kinda faded to see, what you see on me

No I don't got big bank, but I take little bank

Cause you niggas the same to me

Army sergeant the rank

Does it come with some fame

Cause that shit like a dream to me

So damn long grinding for the paper

Where I went wrong, money don't make us

Shadows in my room but a bitch ain't what I bank on

Had to dirty up my shoes too muddy at the grave stone