Home

Painting my dome, alone
Sitting on the phone, alone
Licking off a bone, alone
Feel I out grown, my home

Paid three dollars
For pain that stacks
Big afro box braids
Ran track

Dad got racks
On racks
On racks
Blue-eyed babies from the A to the Jack

Don't look black
Please don't look back
Told myself I could never be fat
My momma made sure
She only fed us real snacks
Red Kool-Aid in my new backpack

It's been a long road home
I got my boxers
And telephone

I said
It's been a long road home
I got my boxers
And telephone

Painting my dome, alone
Sitting on the phone, alone
Licking off a bone, alone
Feel I out grown, my home

Sitting in a fatsuit
With a mask on
Where the last go
Pull 'em with a lasso

Puking in the bathroom
A hassle
Stop tryna bust my castle

Bouncing and
Bounding and
Bouncing and
Bowling
Everybody fighting
Why the camera still rolling

Clean the blood up
Pack a pistol
My sister started turning into crystal

My passion
I was tryna be better than the last man
Look at me bro look
I'm not laughing
Recorded all my feelings
From the trashcan

It's been a long road home
I got my boxers
And telephone

I said
It's been a long road home
I got my boxers
And telephone