Make My Way Back Home (Explicit)-Kassa Overall/Theo Croker/Nick Hakim

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…