Not home. – Fr8 train |

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Fr8 train | Genius
Not home. – Fr8 train | Genius

aye, i’ll do this by myself
i don’t need no help
baby fuck the mental health
never cared about the wealth
weed packed tight, now i’m doing pretty well
summertime silence
i been fried off the east coast horizons
thinking thoughts under trees of the island
baby, imma need a little more than guidance
showed up to the part but i don’t socialize (socialize)
saw a couple of faces that I recognize (recognize)
used to laugh and joke under the summer sky (summer sky)
just havеn’t been myself so i apologize
maybe onе day all that shit will tend to neutralize (neutralize)
then we joint into the void to make a compromise (compromise)
i see these smoke screens through my tired eyes (tired eyes)
just trying to get some rest before tomorrow night
yeah, baby i’ve been on my low
i don’t really care no more
i’ve been scrolling through my phone
aye
baby i’ve been on my low
i don’t really care no more
i’ve been scrolling through my phone
found the pills on my clothes
baby, i’ve been on my low
i’ve been really fucking cold
in the basement of my home
baby, yeah
used to be somebody but i’m different now (now)
carti hit my face now i’m on the ground (ground)
only got a couple that’ll stay around (‘round)
i got shit to face but hopefully i’ll work it out (out)
speaking to some fakes by the champagne
on the porch in the morning and my eyes strain
left the drinks on the path in the cold rain
now i’m fried, walking home by the freight train

Not home.

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