Текст песни Make My Way Back Home (feat. Nick Hakim & Theo Croker) - Kassa Overall

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...