Текст песни Home Soon - FR Joey

Get in the car then i'm coming straight home
You wanna talk?
It's about to go down
Yeah its about to go down

I'll be home soon
You got options, they don't want you like I want you
Yeah i feel the shit you go through
But you gotta stay ready like I told you

Yeah you don't want that fast food
You vegan you don't like beefin' you like that tofu
I try my best to not involve you
But we go way back we go old school

Yeah, I feel like Goku
I need my Chi Chi I need to hold you
Like when you're stressed who you go to?
When you're vexin' who gon' phone you?

And it's about to go down
It's about to go down
Down, Down, Down

So Many things that need discussing
Your ex nigga' is disgusting
Like I can't believe he touched it
How you let a lame it?
The thought of you with someone else just made me more evasive
And I can't rate it
But I'll take it
Yh I know that's it's been ages
So Let's make memories and save it
Make a video or tape it

Let me show you moves that I knew he never do
Introduce a view that I know you never knew
Many feet tried to fit inside my shoes
But You've been hypnotised
Since We were introduced
They wanna blow my trumpet
Just to go and blow my fuse
'Affi move
Make em 'affi move

The way you move your body tho
Make mi act a fool
Unruly, Playing By the rules
Once was a dog I was Howling at the moon
Now I'm tryna get to work
But I'll make it back to you

I'll be home soon
You got options, they don't want you like i want you
Yeah i feel the shit you go through
But you gotta stay ready like I told you

Yeah you don't want that fast food
You vegan you don't like beefin' you like that tofu
I try my best to not involve you
But we go way back we go old skl'

Yeah, I feel like Goku
I need my Chi Chi I need to hold you
Like when you're stressed who you go to?
When you're vexin' who gon' phone you?

Anti depressants
As an adolescent
Since I've been flexing
I forgot to message
That I'm the best
Just ask the streets for reference
I just need progression
Tryna get revenge and teach a lesson
Singing to my songs
Like these are my Confessions
This is your profession
I backed another beverage
A Lucky number 7
The Angel grabbed my hand we On our way to heave