Back Home Freestyle Lyrics

[Intro]
I gotta hurry up my phone finna die

[Verse 1]
That's like me checking my call log, and the most dodged one
And hear out everything I know, i'm tryna solve em
Shorty be at me on the web, I won't get caught up
Just made a vine and been smoking, got this bitch caught up
Bitch i'm in Miami, it feel like i'm back home, aye
I'm a one way trip, bitch you can't go back home, aye
Got my whole center united, can't go back home, aye
I can't go back home, aye
Can't go back home, aye
I'm like "bitch it's over with"
I gotta block her from my mama phone
Told her all my business, she know i'm my father to the bone Rolling off a hitta, I ate Xan, it made last summer cold
Forgot what made me me, forgot my month, my whole summer gone
Back to school she ready get from far from me as possible
Bitch I go to tour, i'm in your city, that's impossible
Masked up, black thoughts and feelings mental robbers who
Been through this like five times, I still don't know what i'ma do
And i'm still stuck on my last high
Don't think I have the courage to do that again
f*ck the rules, look who raised me, I know how this end
f*ck the rules, look who raised me, I know how this end

Aye, Freewave part two
That's like called "Back Home" though

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