Wiser Observer, MRI - Home lyrics

Yeah two-two months?
Yeah, two months shit I'm sorry
Yeah

Alright, forgive me for the absence
I've been drinking, smoking, fucking
To keep anxiety ducking
Had to visit my home address
Lost connection with Saviour
Needed better reception for mama's prayers
Noise complaints from the neighbors
And I'd be mad if I wasn't always faded
I'm doing pretty well as a
Student and a rapper
Uber from a party with some
Girls singing "That Part!" cousin Peya
Happy belated
So many aunties and uncles like
Vamboes are all related
The girls in Vibe I paraded
Songs I wrote, but then hated
The two girls I wouldve dated
Are two girls I never laid in
The churches I never prayed in
Temptations driving me crazy
-censored- having a baby
My father he never raised me
Still my mother's baby
My friends will always praise me
That's why I came home
A lot of pain on my heart, man
That I'll never let go
But I'll never let it show

"Man up, my nigga!
Bring that dope shit, drug dealer"
So you think I'm soft that's you
If a woman feel my shit that's cool
It's been a tough couple months and
It's like I'm losing it
Put my heart in my music I'm abusing it
Alcohol stays a drug and I'm using it
Always been a great rapper
I've been proving it
My gift was that I could always rap
Have their egos under attack
Matter fact "hashtag black lives matter"
Is just a fact
It's no wonder they're wanting gats
For the purpose of clapping back
Don't push me, nigga don't push me
South African Ubers get attacked
For the permit's, for the stacks
Glass of water for the ash
Brought up old shit with my ex
Tobacco still fill my chest
Christian mother on my back
Lord God I need rest that's why I came home
A lot of pain on my heart, man
That I'll never let go
But I'll never let it show

Tuma are you back yet? Yes I'm back, yeah

What you doing tonight? What you doing?
Are you staying are going?

That's why I came home
A lot of pain on my heart, man
That I'll never let go
But I'll never let it show
That's why I came home