Homecomming

The quicker they come, the faster they go

I've been getting used to having situations They under control

And maybe I'm used to the road

And maybe I'm used to the hoes

I never notice if I'm ever really coming home

I've been steady getting started just to have fun

I stopped with living cautions, my excuse I'm mad young

And plenty options, so it's hard for me to bag one

But say I ain't the one, you gotta be mad dumb

Staring at my ceiling, laying in my bed

I'm praying all my successes will never go to my head