Carry Me Home

(Hook:)

"Got to change my way of living

Got to change my style"

(Verse 1:)

He remembers a little bit of his childhood

Sometimes bad, sometimes good

But he never was one to blame today's grey sky on last week's rain

So he see's everything face value

Looks grim, it tastes bad too

There's nothing to do except dupe, push down the wall and get through it

I swear to god it's too stretched

Too easy to slip or lose steps

And the taller you are, the harder you fall

That's why a lot of us crawl

Mumma, please don't look now

I've gotta walk over people I've took down

It ain't as pretty as you probably think

It's gonna take more than soap and a sink

Tomorrow he'll drink to the guilt of

Every cheap wooden bridge that he's built

Bury those skeletons in his head

Til you pick him up and carry him to bed

(Hook)

(Verse 2:)

Swimming through alcohol and woman

Gets some gold spray paint for that lemon

Everything he's got is not a given

Rock bottom on the flipside of top billin

Not a victim, **** the sympathy

Figure it out, and kill the ***** in me

Poor a little liquor out and call it a victory

They said the sky was limit free

No, don't trust none of these people

Won't give him enough to love me for me

So even when they welcome me into their kingdom

Can't bring self to believe them

It goes, folk hard tryna act like no flaw

Turn it up til it burns that stove top

Mr know it all, bad boy showoffs

Red lights, no stops

Mumma, this can't be the boy you raised me to be

The drama, depression

Afraid that it must be the daily in me that's crazy

Carry me home - take care of your baby

(Hook)

Don't wanna live like that, no

Don't wanna live like that, no