come back home Lyrics

Oh-woah

Yea

Yea

Woah

Woah (yea)

Yea

Footsteps in the rain tryna run back home

Yea, mama at the porch yelling come back home

But I think I'm far gone in a new time zone

Phone died black screen it's a mirror to my soul

Yea, walking on the road

Balenciaga jeans but the money can't heal

Lost my inner self tryna find my appeal

Seeing posts on all on the 'gram telling me to go find myself myself

Bottled up emotions I been tryna take the top off

The sadness and the anger loading up just like a sawed-off

I been rummaging through my bag in a frenzy tryna find my peace

Hope the peace finds me, woah

Oo, want to come back home

Come back home

Come back home, oowoah

Just want to come back home

Come back home

Come back home, oowoah

On a day to day basis (yea)

People pushing through satisfied playing life with the settings on basic

Everyone's faceless

Conversations start to hit a wall after"how you doing?" the shit gets tasteless

Yea, baby don't cry, the goals still home I just need a revive

Rocking leather jacket this the New York vibe

Sky high flow middle fingers up and we screaming like fuck

Molotov in hand I might burn back home

So much going on who keeps ringing my phone

Hold the paper to the lighter watch the flames dance on

Put a seal on the letter can you read when you're home

Said hey, hey, how you doing

Hope you're doing well everything's going swell

As for me, I'm surviving

Empty bottles on the shelf slurring words tryna trace my

Footsteps in the rain tryna run back home

Yea, mama at the porch yelling come back home

But I think I'm far gone in a new time zone

Phone died black screen it's a mirror to my soul

Yea, walking on the road

Balenciaga jeans but the money can't heal

Lost my inner self tryna find my appeal

Seeing posts on all on the 'gram telling me to go find myself myself

Oo, want to come back home

Come back home

Come back home, oowoah

Just want to come back home

Come back home

Come back home, oowoah

On a day to day basis (yea)

People pushing through satisfied playing life with the settings on basic

Everyone's faceless

Conversations start to hit a wall after"how you doing?" the shit gets tasteless

Yea, baby don't cry, the goals still home I just need a revive

Rocking leather jacket this the New York vibe

Sky high flow middle fingers up and we screaming like fuck