Corrección Letra I’m Coming Back Home par Rittz

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Letra

Yeah
I've been going thru hell if y'all don't know

Verse 1:
I can't remember when a time in life has ever been this hard
Need an extra sharp knife to cut the tension
See my wife, give my best regards
Tell her that I left my heart somewhere in the bedroom
Check the dresser drawer that night I blew my top
My lid got left unjarred, went to jail
But I got bailed out, my brother and I done fеll out
This Christmas God just took our Grandma from us
Why the hell now, shellеd out money to my lawyer
Got a bottle of  some whiskey and a gram of coke
I'm too pissed off with TikTok, gotta shout this kid out on Cameo
In the basement of my family home, I need that $40
I'm afraid I'm not gonna make it thru this scorchin' Georgia summer
Felt like a human toilet plunger, I'm stuck in so much shit
I don't got time to respond to a DM or go like your photo, bitch
(?) let's pick up the phone and test whether they expect it
I'ma tell 'em I'm chillin' when I feel like killin' myself
Cuz I'm so dead inside I'm petrified out in public
Someone makes me lose my temper
Then it's over, I've been gone since last December

Chorus:
I'm prayin' to the moon in the late night
I'll never be awake when it's daylight
I've been away I can't wait till the day I
I'm comin' back home
I'm comin' back home
I drove away, never braked, didn't say bye
The mistakes that I made really changed lives
I just pray that you wait 'til the day I
I'm comin' back home
I'm comin' back home
I'm comin' back home

Verse 2:
Told my fans that used to watch my Live
Sessions that I miss 'em I
Didn't mean to disappear
But I had bigger fish to fry
We kept each other sober
For so far off the wagon
Put a mask on in the liquor store
I hope I don't get recognized
Drinkin' in the morning, 4 pm
I'm still inside the bed
Switch from Crown to vodka
May be they won't smell it on my breath
I ain't fooling anybody, I done shed a lot of tears
On these cotton sheets
Wide awake cuz I'm tweakin'
I don't feel like cleanin' my rotten teeth
R.I.P to Irish Nut, he my blood from another family
Glad we had that talk before he passed
We came to another an understanding
Man I can't accept my path ain't never coming back
I love him, miss him, wishin' that I know that video shoot
For Drunk on Christmas would be the last time
That I hear him speak, smell his Aqua Velva
Tell my dad that I'm too beat
To come and help clean out his trailer
Still I did a tour with Tech, should be excited that it's over
But I can't go home, I'm right back on the sofa and prayin'

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