​homesick

[Intro:]

Is this some kind of phenomenon?
Bae and Coldlone on one jazzy track...
What a fuckin’ miracle...

[Verse 1: Coldlone]
?

[Verse 2: bacartibae]

Going up and watch out
Money’s on a table, dancing devils got me fucked up
Tellin’ me you like it
But still waiting me to fail?
Cup of coffee, book on shelf, imma say
Go to hell! (Ha)

(I’m always on a wrong way, fuckin’ wrong way.)
(Ah ah)

Once I started with lames couldn’t even Image better
Once I prayed up to a lord couldn’t even get answered tho
Once I get up, fucked my past and manifested to be better
Once I met her, our vibe is irreplaceable
(Uhhhhh)

Watching, you disappear
Abracadabra! like I got some hits in my sleeve
Some things I archived, lyrical machine, shit on me
Got some pen and the paper I’m still glad that you’re here

Level up, leave all that
We gon’ end up, fuck a trap
Even tho I’m prodigy, working three times (even more)
Fuck a check

Not problematic, good aesthetic
We in the palace, they looking jealous
Most expensive cars on pathway
But she still be smelling perfect
Breaking up some curse, first up learning polite
But never think I’m gonna stay shut in position of laugh
In position of love, flow hotter that on yacht
Got me looking like a murder
Beat end up in a body bag