CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : My Way Home

Wifey in the kitchen makin’ j*rk chicken
The money worse right now but the perks different
I been makin’ peace home and the hurt distant
My anxiety hovers but I just flirt wit it
When you realize the emotions ain’t you then you hurt different
Watchin’ thoughts on the river’s bank, how you doin’?
Yeah same p*ss, different lake
What I mean is mistakes get watered down easily
The world is vast, tryin stay updated on current facts
New York Times ask me to subscribe, that’s a certain past
I need the info, but tired of payin’ for sh*t that feel part of the system’s tact
We all hypocrites with that
I’m back independent
What I’s goin through’s rose off formulas I invented
Never expected credit
But maybe just some trust that what I's doin’ was pure
My tactics they got ahead with
Then used 'em to hit me over the head with
But I’m back with no grudges entered
I’m kinda done sayin I’m better, my work do that sh*t
I done proved everything except that I can get rich doin’ this
And by that actually prove that this was my last agenda

So call pops and tell him
That I’m on my way home
Said call moms for dinner
Tell her keep my plate warm
Cause I ain’t finna play with these fools no more
And I ain’t finna play by these rules no more
Lookin’ at the sun hit the river
I’m feelin’ like we won
They like “can son deliver?”
I’m feelin like we won already
Said I’m feelin like we won already