[Intro: Meta Mike]

Yo

Struggle

This song goes out to miss Jade

Thanks to Chae for the chorus, and to Gambino for the poem at the end

Here we go

[Verse 1: Meta Mike]

Yo I don’t even know how to steal the show

I don’t even know how to make her glow

Even if I did, what would I do?

Dude try to yourself in her shoes

So I write sad raps until I blow

Hopin’ just hopin that my words will show

Dude you keep rappin with the same flow

You want me to change it up like seasons and snow?

So if it’s slow to go then no one wants to know for sho

No one wants to fight me goin toe-to-toe

They just wanna see me fly like a crow

Babe why you gotta do the things that you do?

I know you gotta hurt me, but I’ll pull through

I sent a text at 10, you replied at 2

But at 10:15 I know you view

Cause you send read receipts from your iphone boo

165 miles make you wanna quit

165 miles but I don’t give a shit

That’s why I write these raps that I spit

But I’ll try as hard as I can to make sure we don’t split

But You gotta admit you wanna recommit

To this relationship you gotta get a grip

This ain't a guilt trip, Better read the script

This is about to get dramatic as a comic strip

I don’t really understand what’s the deal?

I’m just tryna understand how you feel

Cause I ain't as strong as the man of steel

I don’t know if you mad or if it just suspicion

For your Boyfriend did I fail the audition?

This ain't a intermission, gotta make the transition

So this is Go Home, the second edition

[Hook: Chae Woolslice]

Cause you’re the person that made me strong

You’re the Person who was never wrong

Until you left and now I’m so withdrawn

You’re the person for whom I wrote this song

A love so meaningful and now it’s gone

You may have left a scar but not for long

[Verse 2: Meta Mike]

Why can’t we go back to the way things were

You say you want out but are you sure?

Remember when we listened to the song That Power?

Remember when we thought this would never go sour?

Remember when we used to text and vc for hours?

I still got screenshots of our convos you know

Sayin that you loved me and would never ever go

Sayin I was the first guy you really really liked

Sayin we fell in love on the mountains that we hiked

I still got your letter I read on the jet

In case you forgot, here’s what it read

“You’re the nicest person I ever met!”

“I remember playing two truths and a lie”

“You are so awesome for so much advice!”

“And I can’t believe you collect so many knives!”

Remember those? Those were good times

Just like when you thought it was cute

That I could just sit there and drink pickle juice

If I give you a rose, you’d think it’s a crime

The only gift you like is the homemade kind

So I craft you a necklace made out of steel

Made it heart shaped cause that’s how I feel

But now it’s broke, and in need of a fix

Yo I didn’t make that just for kicks

I care about you and I want you to know

That I truly love you and I won’t let go

I wish that things could have gone a lot smoother

Just like the constant flow to this song

I never thought my best friend would be gone in the future

But I was wrong

[Hook]

[Monologue: Meta Mike]

This is on a hike back from camp. I’m sixteen and so are you. Before I left for camp I imagined it would be me and three or four other dudes I hadn’t met yet, running around all summer, getting into trouble. It turned out it would be me and just one girl. That’s you. And we’re still at camp as long as we’re on the hike and not at the airport where our parents would be waiting for us. We’re still wearing our blue apogee shirts. We still smell like dirty dudes. I like you and you like me and I more-than-like you, but I don’t know if you do or don’t more-than-like me. You’ve never said, so I haven’t been saying anything all summer, content to enjoy the small miracle of a girl choosing to talk to me and choosing to do so again the next day and so on. A girl who’s smart and funny and who, if I say something dumb for a laugh, is willing to say something two or three times as dumb to make me laugh, but who also gets weird and wise sometimes in a way I could never be. A girl who reads books that no one’s assigned to her, whose straight black hair has a line running through it from where she put a tie to hold it up while it was still wet. Back in the real world we don’t go to the same school, and unless one of our families moves to a dramatically different state, we won’t go to the same high school. So, this is kind of it for us. Unless I say something. And it might especially be it for us if I actually do say something