Going Home

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Ooh-woah, yeah, yeah
(We miss you Uncle 'Lechi, come home) Said, yeah

[Chorus]
I left my friends in Atlanta, I left my lens in Atlanta
I left my sense in Atlanta, I miss my home
I left my fam in Atlanta, I left my fans in Atlanta
Left all I am in Atlanta, I'm going home
Say, yeah

[Verse 1]
I been smoking me a lotta Cali trees
I feel that Hollywood shit coming outta me
I just want some real in this reality
I just want some Southern hospitality
I wanna be a person, not a personality
Don't wanna second guess what niggas wanting outta me
Ain't tryna prove myself to anyone who doubted me
Don't want no In-N-Out, I'll take about about a pound of wings though
I don't wanna meet with no more labels
Tell 'em pull up to the city if they really wanna sign, yeah
I ain't wakin' niggas who been sleepin'
If you frontin' on me, then you gon' be left behind, yeah
You lookin' but I ain't too hard to find, no
My circle smaller than 285, yeah
I'm feelin' like Ray, man, my eyes behind Ray-Bans
I'm singing "GA On My Mind," yeah
Dear Lord, let it rain one time
Let it wash away the pain one time, I said
I just wanna see the skies gray one time
Gettin' tired of the same sunshine, I said
Who'd have thought I'd ever pray for bad-ass weather?
Even Moses had to make it through a dry-ass desert
I bet every nigga trash is some fly-ass treasure somewhere

[Chorus]
I left my friends in Atlanta, I left my lens in Atlanta
I left my sense in Atlanta, I miss my home
I left my fam in Atlanta, I left my fans in Atlanta
Left all I am in Atlanta, I'm going home
I left my friends in Atlanta, I left my lens in Atlanta
I left my sense in Atlanta, I miss my home (I miss my home)
I left my fam in Atlanta, I left my fans in Atlanta
Left all I am in Atlanta, I'm going home (I'm going home)

[Spoken Outro]
I'm tired of white girls doing coke in the bathroom
I'm tired of people being late to meetings
I'm tired of empty compliments
I'm tired of "following up" and "circling back"
I'm tired of people being mean because they don't know who I am
And I'm tired of people being fake nice because they don't know who I might be
I'm tired of the same fucking weather every day
I'm tired of explaining my sound
I'm tired of feeling like people are tryna sell me on shit
I'm tired of people doing coke in the bathroom
I'm tired of—
I'm tired of having to sell my shit
I'm tired of thinking about myself all the time
I'm tired of missing calls, I'm tired of Tinder
I'm tired of the three hour time difference
I'm tired of reading about my ex's love life on Tumblr
I'm tired of parties, I'm tired of alcohol
I'm tired of offices
I'm tired of not being able to beat my dick when I feel like it
I'm tired of not being rich
I'm tired of not having the respect I deserve
I'm tired of making these mixtapes
And I'm tired of rapping so fucking well
I'm tired of feeling like I'm constantly teetering on the edge of an existential crisis
I'm tired of white people being surprised I'm a genius
And I'm tired of being a genius
I'm tired of Los Angeles and I'm here for one more week