paroles de chanson Far From Home - Proph

Hi it's mum
Uhm-
Sweetheart, are you on your way home?
Can you just let me know please because I'm getting worried
Uhm- I've gone to bed but I'm here so just, call me...
You Coming soon?
Just let me know where you are, Bye

You the type to pay for love with all of your burdens
Never came home for me
You can go and steal the sun
Just shine it through my curtains
When you burn me I freeze
Every time I close my eyes, I can see you in paradise
I can only love you in my mind
I can only love you in my mind
So I ain't coming home tonight

They would tell you I ain't Social
Especially on the Media
16 smoking It made shit a little Easier
Cah easy we dont know here
Chemo for Leukaemia
I brake out of cells 'fore niggas be saying free me up
Lost my way and I ain't missing
Elevated mind and spirit
They don't see this weight on my chest
Like I got diamonds hidden
But I'm dropping jewels
You want them then u can find them bitches
I dont need your flowers
Like saying no to Hawaiian women
Don't talk about no politics in rap my nigga
My brodi hit the trap and he ain't coming back my nigga
Never ask me why I roll out in all black my nigga
The same kid that been through shit you won't imagine
Picture Perfect?
Try Introvert that no one understands
Mummy never got the point till Police bagged me with a shank
She was crying when they cuffed my hand but
She can't be that mad
Cah 20 years ago She had them too from holding down a trap
All my anger I ignored it for years
My family were known for teeth, like Ghetts before the veneers
Where I'm from u can get rich or settle for that set shit
Niggas had to deadlift, when picking up their bredrins
Brodi had pack or two, don't know how the Crunch felt
Uncs was in the slammer cah your honour set a dumb bail
Leg day when niggas try run up in my house
If I excercise these rights
I might work these lyrics out
Guess my pride Pride held me ransom
I've seen a man get banged on
Blood stained curbs and my word is what I stand on
Im the from the generation Where niggas wanna change
Hop inside the bus and lose their brain for shit they used to claim
It's Rooted in the soil
Shit ain't really over 'till the Fat lady sings
And bro got Susan on the Boil (Boyle)
So I can't do an early night
Maybe I deserve this life
The city gave me lemons, baby
PRO made dirty sprite

They would tell you I ain't social
Especially on the media
Couldn't find my life stories on Wikipedia
From Young I been missunderstood so ain't speaking much
Had put the pain on my paper and let the rifa spark
I Pree my limits same way that nigga Stevie does
Cah I dont see chance that when time pass, I won't be the one
Ask the managers
They know I ain't on Tweeting much
My life ain't what the TL sees, You gotta Creep with us
Yh I'm unapproachable
When niggas approaching you with knives
And you nice try see what good that approach will do
Straining through a smile
They won't ever know what you're Going through
Fuck a pinch of salt I had open cases and open wounds
I asked God if he's got a plan for my team
Cah We seen lil' homies get smoked before they sixteen
All this dirt on my ledger it's getting harder to breathe
It's getting harder to -