Farley’s (Interlude)

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[Verse: Sylvan LaCue]
Baby couches and photo futons
Mama's cooking, I swear with the biggest coupons
Way too many flights, I'm afraid to track all the mileage
Outta Oakland hopin' eventually she don't ask me to break the silence
Truth is, it's been months since I've seen my family
No way around it
I've been praying for peace of mind and the way I found it
Missed calls keep piling
I got a budget that's 7 grand if I plan to balance
The lifestyle of an artist caught in the in between
Just enough to get you close for you to taste your dreams
You wake up early in someone's house that you met over Twitter replies and mutual friends in Los Angeles
All I hear is stories and fairy-tales about rappers that's supposed to blow up and on the rise
The closest point is it's hard to shift through the truth and lies
Opinions coming from niggas who barely get the picture
Shit
I sit and wonder like
What would I done if I stayed in Miami?
And never signed a vision there, took care of my family
Label me as conservations, too many
"Keep in touch and we'll see what happens"
Shit, by that time I could give two fucks about what they asking
Only a couple niggas goin' platinum
I've been traveling way too much to be out of action
But I can't end up like so and so or "what's his name?" , who had that one song
I'm still refusing to play that game
Shit
Fuck it, I'd rather pave a newer lane
Back and forth with myself about doing newer things
A long way from the days with Dino in San Diego
A mere mark couldn't [?] praying for the pesos
Niggas counting on me
I can feel the pressure
But I'm still inspired, never did I need a lecture
Realities of a life of pain that will always get to ya

[Outro]
You haven't seen your family in a while
You've been out here, like, playing a rapper a little too long, you know?
You know I love you
And we'll find time to see each other, but I think it's time to go back home