Coming home

I'm tired of the lies
Tired of the moving
One place to another
They ask when I'm coming back
When I'm coming home
I'm about there
I've been all packed
Ready to go home
I think it's time



Walking back home
It's not the same
Not as happy as I remember
Brothers fucked up on something
The baby is crying
Parents are getting high in the bathroom
Probably fucking too
I instantly grab the baby I start to cook
Parents walk in
Bout time you come home
Go do this go do that
Bullshit
I can't do this shit
Fuck it here

Pick up my phone and calls
"Hello"
"Hey I'm coming home"