Make My Way Back Home (Explicit)

Sink…

I can’t complain

At a loss for words i can't complain

I sowed the seeds and prayed for rain

I filled prescriptions to block out visions

still feel the tremble of a victim

I swallow my arrogance

do the math of a missed marriage

Plus a couple miscarriages

Dreams never came true

Family that i never knew

Plus a couple niggas hatin too

now the music is my therapist

We talk it out every night in the booth

Tryna repair this shit

We all tryna break free like a bird in the wind

Cuz we all goin home in the end

You could cry to your mama

But she don't want no drama

I been washin on my karma

Got me workin like a farmer

Tryna make my way back home

Maybe we can go back, home

Tryna get back, home

To where the love is real

Yeah…

I just need the real thing

For once goddamn

I can see through your hazy masterplan

You ain’t as slick as you think

You ain’t as slick as you think

You ain’t as slick as you think

You may not run and hide

when the world starts to sink

You could cry to your mama

But she don't want no drama

I been washin on my karma

Got me workin like a farmer

Tryna make my way back home

Maybe we could go back, home

Tryna get back, home

To where the love is real

Yeah…