[Verse 1: SNICK Foley]

The greatest writer, I ain't telling stories

Lemme pause for your ovation

With one pen, could ruin characters like defamation

The first person, to change his narrative then turn the page

The next chapter; you gon' see the sadness turn to rage

Earned my wage, not burning sage, my demons a little stronger

Currently been treading water, can wade here a little longer

Selective with what people see, y'all get a drop in the ocean

Won't tell me "cry me a river" at my emotion

That's unhealthy? Shiitt that's the tip of the iceberg

Conceal a sinking feeling thru facade via nice words

My price surged, I purge, the urge to care

Shit is life, no more games, I feel what I state's fair

On the grounds, I could walk my last steps at a moment's notice

Or plagued, in a daze, while I'm phased, by the locust

Keep thinking, how I'd change the past, if given one shot

But a voice, is pleading "son, stop"

[Bridge: Domain Brown]

As these highs, become the lows

I can't, take this, any more

I just know, I wanna go

Back Home

As these highs, become the lows

I can't, take this, any more

I just know, I wanna go

Back Home

[Verse 2: Domain Brown]

At an end of my wit

Its grip's lost, bitch lost

My aura got a tint cause this shits off

I'm stuck to some comfort that ain't match what we all thought

And I'm stuck to my mattress with no blinds drawn

Am I supposed to, move through some hopeful

Move with a movement that could mimic what a ghost do

Cut off all the digits of the prison in the phone booth

Cut off all my niggas for some pussy and some cold truths

Take me home