Gimme a sweet taste of lime

Fruits of my labour tasting so ripe

Fighting my right to survive

Out here shooting my shot on the line

I hope you're feeling my vibe

I'll spell it out in brail, if you're blind

I just wanna go home

Wanna go home

Turned one-eight last year

The past year did a 180

Another 180

Gone full circle and got inside your radius Kinda

Just looking for a different angle

To cope with the degrees

The heat is peak inside and

Throat be as teetotal as the pubs

Patience is on the tap

And the plumber's at home

That's where we at

That's where we were at

Now I've been cursed

And lured by the herd trap

I'm a sheep to these cats

Hasn't been pleasing

My lust for seeking

Bleeding for it

My blood trails looking like

Good sales

0's on 0's on 0's

Going in circles

And Now I'm going back

To recapture that satisfaction I haven't had

Other Rapper make it sound cooler than that

Expect, expect, expect the worst from me

Everything you see

A courtesy

I'm done pretending

All this time im lending

Gimme a sweet taste of lime

Fruits of my labour tasting so ripe

Fighting my right to survive

Out here shooting my shot on the line

I hope you're feeling my vibe

If not

I'll spell it out in brail if you're blind

I just wanna go home

Wanna go home

Last time it wasn't enough

Last time we wasn't stuck

Conversations be fluff

Sensations need a ree-up

I've gotten mixed up with these cocktails

Try to hard to get head and I got tails

Shots with vodka and we got 12

Slurring my words

Hurting with cursive

Thinking I've written immersive

Written with pen all my verses

Far too permanent

I wanna cover this shit up

But you gather these bits up

Turn these crumbs into loafs

Now I gotta spend bread to keep the toast

They say repetition expecting different results is insanity

This is Groundhog Day

I'm Bill Murray

Go to the club I need bills and money

And I'll have leeches, I'm tryna shake

Like Indiana jones on a plane with snakes

I see all these bad bitches at the clubs

And I'm just itching my thumbs

But I'm with better friends

We just listen to the subs

I got nothing but love

I respect the lifestyle

But at the same time

But I couldn't give a fuck

Gimme a sweet taste of lime

Fruits of my labour tasting so ripe

Fighting my right to survive

Out here shooting my shot on the line

I hope you're feeling my vibe

If not

I'll spell it out in brail if you're blind

I just wanna go home

Wanna go home

Gimme a sweet taste of lime

Fruits of my labour tasting so ripe

Fighting my right to survive

Out here shooting my shot on the line

I hope you're feeling my vibe

If not

I'll spell it out in brail if you're blind

I just wanna go home

Wanna go home