Make My Way Back Home (feat. Nick Hakim & Theo Croker)

Sink I can't complain (What your life like?) 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 Swallow my arrogance Do the math of a missed marriage Plus a couple miscarriages Dreams never came true Family that I never knew (Who are you?) 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 'Cause 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 Where the love is real I just need the real thing For once, goddamn I can see through your hazy master plan You ain't as slick as you think You ain't as slick as you think You ain't as slick as you think 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 can go back home Tryna get back home Where the love is real Yeah Real I just want something real, real