[Hook]:

I’m just tryna find my way back home and

The path’s been lost in smoke

I’m just tryna find my way back home and

I don’t know which way I should go

I’ve been getting all lost so often

Cause I think I’m better off on my own

I’m just tryna find all of my homies

But they’ve been busy all so grown

[Verse 1]:

On my own, on my own

Papa was a stone

Rollin’, and rollin’

But I’ve been busy on his throne

Son you’re too old to be focused on the dome

Shut the fuck up, you were never home

You were never there when

Mama searching through the couch chairs

Looking for couch money

Busy cutting on my hair

Making sure I don’t look funny

For these bad bunnies

That I’m spitting all these mad funnies

Nothing’s changed

I know that’s bad for me

Past, present, to today

I’m used to seeing two a day

In my car

Under stars

Understand

I-D-K

What to say

我是誰

When I come back home

What my fam go say

[Hook]:

I’m just tryna find my way back home and

The path’s been lost in smoke

I’m just tryna find my way back home and

I don’t know which way I should go

I’ve been getting all lost so often

Cause I think I’m better off on my own

I’m just tryna find all of my homies

But they’ve been busy all so grown

[Verse 2]:

I’m not over Liane

But I’m overly ambitious

So I’m trying my hand

At finding where the baddest bitch is

And put her on my wish list

Never switching side shit

But like I said

Man, I’m overly ambitious

And I have this problem where I don’t know

Where my fucking worth is

What’s my fucking purpose

Am I fucking worth it

Do you know where Perth is?

Will you still support this

I don’t know

But I am headed back where home is

Back to the land

Where they asking if I wrote this

Back to the land

Where they’re handing me to smoke this

Back to the land

Where they don’t really wanna know this

But we’ve bene living in a bogus

Hocus, pocus

Clouds of locusts

To start losing on my focus

Waking up, like

Who really wrote this

Who really told ya

On what really life is

Jimmy Livingston

Bust my ass out this outfit

[Hook]:

I’m just tryna find my way back home and

The path’s been lost in smoke

I’m just tryna find my way back home and

I don’t know which way I should go

I’ve been getting all lost so often

Cause I think I’m better off on my own

I’m just tryna find all of my homies

But they’ve been busy all so grown

[Verse 3]:

I just wanna know where I am

Where I stand

In this cart like Sam-I-Am

I’m running as fast as I can

Things don’t end the way I plan

But LA’s where I left my heart at

And SD’s where I picked up the hard hat

I might’ve left a piece of me where your place at

But I’ll always have a piece of you wherever I stay at

LA skies next to the blue seas

Let’s get high under the palm trees

Show a Socal boy what’s that hifi

Make some noise

Make some noise

This shit’s so hifi

(Did I use that right)