Lyrics I'm coming home - Rowlan

Yeah
Layers on my problems
Haters in my DM's
People talking crazy
Knowing I won't ever meet them
I caught my fucking tempo
I surfed the fucking tidal
Now I go home
And I'm big bro
I got no fucking rivals
The match was easy
My head was down
I was baby stepping
Pisces seasons
Manipulation's a deadly weapon
My love's impressive
But sex is still the thing that I'm best in
So cross me
And she gon' feel it
In the bed you slept in
They get to talking til'
I post shit like I'm coming home
They grab they ladys' phone
Unfollow leave Row alone
My exes ex even made a fake page to test me
That shit was color showing
Young man you don't impress me
I hate to clash
With some basics
Lacking class
But if I need a dollar fast
I'ma bet you all your cash
So I can buy a used Toyota
Just to fuck her like the past
And really make that shit last
And really make that shit last
I'm coming home
Yeah I'm coming home
Yeah yeah I'm coming home
Yo I'm coming home

Yeah
I'm beta testing a rap career
Cape has never seen
A lot of talk amongst the locals
Let a rapper dream
The best thing I did was get robbed and move out
Forgiven true, but there's just so much to prove now
No human walking's gonna pause the vision I got playing
And not a soul from back home relates to shit I'm saying
My monthly over head triples up your quarterly
And let's be real we aint had shit as good as more for me
I'm two years out my day job
And ten years into grown
I'm nine years into rapping
Only four years in my zone
Got a hill top ocean view
Jacuzzi with the crazy pool
Barely on my phone at all
They buzz the gate I dial two
Maybe I'm too confident or
Maybe I'm too smart for this
Hate I gotta flow it slow
To even to check responsiveness
You know the name
So tell a friend I did this all alone
There's nothing close to competition
On the island I call home
Check the numbers
Yo check the numbers
No for real check the numbers
Coming home
Check the numbers