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It's the boy from the pre-mature burial\nFresh off the boat with a story and a stereo\nYou bound to see tears if you ball enough\nThey say the harder you fall if you tall enough (igh), and I fall\n\nI fall on my face sometimes, I look at myself, I cry sometimes (I cry)\nI need a lil' space myself, I look at myself, I'm right sometimes\nTell momma I'm back in my room\nI'll be packing up soon, I just need to lay low\nAnyone ask, if you see me say \"no\" (no, igh)\nBeen 'round the board now I'm back to the go\n\nI was head strong 'til I woke up all them meds gone\nWe was grown acting childish, chasing the red bone\nShit, I thought there wasn't no biggie when dead wrong\nLike you picking up the crumbs once all of the bread gone (igh)\nBack at home with our lords and folks etched in stone\nGang banging 'til chief touch down like Pat Mahomes\nTrapping Travis Kelce, playing with heavy metal like a Black Sabbath LP\nAnd ain't no taxes on the wealthy\n\nI been eating vegetables more broccoli, celery\nBut therapy says my relationship is not as healthy\nThen we moved out that lil' apartment\nHow I'm on Bel Air but we living in my parent's house like Will and Carlton\nStill be arguing bout some old shit, I'm sick of it\nI'd put you in Chanel, but you still trippin' off ridiculousness\nMoved you to the West Coast, it ain't about the money though\n'Cause even Jeff Bezos wife got up and left you\n\nI can't flex though, I'ma level with you like Dex, yo\nMy communication abysmal like it was Pepto\nBlame it on the internet, techno like Depeche Mode\nStole your heart like a Klepto, baby, welcome to Death Row (igh)\n\nI fall on my face sometimes, I look at myself, I cry sometimes\nI need a lil' space myself, I look at myself, I'm right sometimes\nTell momma I'm back in my room\nI'll be packing up soon, I just need to lay low\nAnyone ask, if you see me say \"no\" (no)\nBeen 'round the board now I'm back to the go","syncedLyrics":"[00:25.27] I made a mistake, I lost a home\n[00:27.06] Not like a mortgage, but more like a foster home\n[00:29.72] Supposed to be two parents, but now I'm across the globe\n[00:31.80] And screaming across the phone, the dog that just lost his bone\n[00:35.36] I'm back at the bachelor pad, chicken scratch on the pad\n[00:37.92] I got a fix for an itch and I be scratching it bad\n[00:40.78] In the kitchen, flipping the script like a spatula ad\n[00:43.32] Was packing my bags, once I unpack I'm back in my bag\n[00:46.16] Square one, ground zero, the homeless hometown hero\n[00:49.69] I was transient only in the family sense\n[00:52.39] And in the past tense, maybe I was absent\n[00:55.27] I stopped doing acid, but I been keeping tabs\n[00:57.51] Since them London hos with asses said that they love my accent (igh)\n[01:00.84] No, I'm not demanding, baby, I was just asking\n[01:03.31] Now I'm in the 'Raq, I used to be cold as Saxon\n[01:06.12] Not because they taxing, baby, it was an accent\n[01:09.38] I fall on my face sometimes (igh), I look at myself, I cry sometimes\n[01:15.11] I need a lil' space myself, I look at myself, I'm right sometimes\n[01:20.86] Tell momma I'm back in my room (igh)\n[01:23.06] I'll be packing up soon, I just need to lay low\n[01:26.16] Anyone ask, if you see me say \"no\" (no)\n[01:28.75] Been 'round the board, now I'm back to the go (igh)\n[01:32.78] I made paint from out the pain (igh)\n[01:34.63] Sometimes you wash the stains out in the rain (igh)\n[01:37.32] Some people pulled they fame from out the flames (igh)\n[01:39.93] Me I'm like Loraine, I came from out the frame\n[01:42.28] My memories photographic\n[01:45.64] My slow dances was magic, my romances was tragic\n[01:48.71] My real life feel like a still life\n[01:50.93] Back on the canvas just to see what it feel like (ooh)\n[01:53.53] Pull, counter, stiff right, nigga, no time to dodge\n[01:56.78] Took some time pumping iron in my mom's garage\n[01:59.57] Then I'm back to the future this a time machine\n[02:02.95] Back on my feet this a Thai massage\n[02:05.59] Surprise! 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