Back Down Lyrics

Yo street in a spaceship

Something bigger is waiting for me out there

Out there, yea

I'm coming back down baby

Your street in a spaceship

I'm still broke but live like I'm rich and famous

I still smoke and hope that it give me patience

I still know that something bigger is waiting for me out there

Life a journey, gotta figure out the route there

All the angels, all the demons, all the doubt there

Couldn't stop me from the bag I'm finna count yea

Count yea, yea

This the life that we live

I make sure that we aint starving for the nights that we did

I know the devil out here plotting got a price on my head

I hope these bums don't get ambitious or it might leave me dead

Look how far we done came

Hug my loved ones at the function but it don't feel the same

Sip tequila knowing damn well it's like gas on the flame

I swear sometimes it feels like life will beat your ass 'til you change

But I aint switchin' up

Imagine giving up

600 horses in this bitch, I tell 'em giddy up

It aint 'bout me 'cause when I'm up that means the city up

And kids believe in dreams they had with noone 'round to give a fuck

I'm coming back down baby

Your street in a spaceship

I'm still broke but live like I'm rich and famous

I still smoke and hope that it give me patience

I still know that something bigger is waiting for me out there

Life a journey, gotta figure out the route there

All the angels, all the demons, all the doubt there

Couldn't stop me from the bag I'm finna count yea

Count yea, yea

I swear that I don't do this often, I'm flossin'

If sleep is the cousin of death a bed is like a coffin

The reaper don't come when you stressed

He comes when you aint watchin'

Believe me I'm one of the best at disregarding caution

That means I'm dangerous

My mama said baby be humble

Fuck that I aint changin'

My bank account lying, I feel like Buffet in the making

If I'm lying I'm flying, if I'm faking then fucking take me

Got no time for all these mind games, times change

Like the motherfucking Thursdays, to Fridays

I've been through all of the worst days, and I say

They don't matter in the first place, 'cause I'm great

I'm great, let's go

I'm coming back down baby

Your street in a spaceship

I'm still broke but live like I'm rich and famous

I still smoke and hope that it give me patience

I still know that something bigger is waiting for me out there

Life a journey, gotta figure out the route there

All the angels, all the demons, all the doubt there

Couldn't stop me from the bag I'm finna count yea

Count yea, yea