LUCKI - Back Home lyrics

I gotta hurry up, my phone finna die, so
Uh, ayy, I'ma ayy, listenin' to them lurk

That's like me checking my call log
And the most dodged one
And hear out everything I know
I'm tryna solve 'em
Shorty be at me on the web
I won't get caught up
Just made a Vine and been smoking
Got this bitch caught up, ayy
Bitch, I'm in Miami, it feel
Like I'm back home, ayy
I'm a one-way trip, bitch, you
Can't go back home, ayy
Got my whole center united
Can't go back home, ayy
I can't go back home, ayy
Can't go back home, ayy i'm like, "Bitch
It's over with" I gotta block
Her from my mama phone
Told her all my business
She know I'm my father to the bone
Rolling off a hitta', I ate Xan'
It made last summer cold
Forgot what made me me, forgot my month
My whole summer gone
Back to school, she ready
Get from far from me as possible
Bitch, I go to tour, I'm in your city
That's impossible masked up
Black thoughts and feelings
Mental robbers who
Been through this like five times
I still don't know what I'ma do
And I'm still stuck on my last high
Don't think I got the courage
To do that again
Fuck the rules, look who raised me
I know how this end
Fuck the rules, look who raised me
I know how this end

Ayy, Freewave part two
That's like called "Back Home" though
'Ight, it's over