Going Home (feat. The Merk)

Don't you miss me now? Dropped out, still graduated, shit My life like that, I'm feelin' down I'm goin' home Don't you miss me now? Dropped out, still graduated, shit My life like that, I'm feelin' down I'm goin' home Seis meses, só mais seis meses Só mais duas aulas, serei como eles Vou ganhar diploma, graduado e toma Idioma é esse, mas não chega em Roma E eu pareço eles, mas não sigo eles Tenho exemplos tristes com um papel igual esse E os meus parentes só querem que eu fique Faculdade é bênção, but I wanna make it big Fui pra um trabalho onde ouvi pra caralho Meu chefe era brabo, I just wanna go Tentei meus lado' de artista frustrado Vendia desenho que ninguém comprou Esse é meu POV desde '09 Eu com microfone, ninguém me escutou Explica essa, Freud, como é que isso pode? Eu trabalhando com Polaroid no bolso Então que se foda, cheguei pro meu chefe Só peguei meu cash, bem leve, me fui Vendo uma chance de poder ser grande Não perdi meu tempo, já corri pra luz Desde pequeno vivia na média Chegava da escola fazendo furdúncio Logo falava: "Rodou toda a sala" Minha mãe me dizia: "'Cê não é todo mundo" Don't you miss me now? Dropped out, still graduated, shit Don't wait for me, I ain't comin' down I'm goin' home Don't you miss me now? Dropped out, still graduated, shit Don't wait for me, I ain't comin' down I'm goin' home Detaching from materialistic (Home) Objects to remain artistic (Home) Pray to God, I make it far, uh (Home) While I'm driving with this stick shift (I'm goin' home) Washin' dishes, waitin' tables (Home) Swear to God I'm tired of this shit (Home) People fussing for an order (Home) Throwin' tantrums for a soda (I'm goin' home) Margaritas 'til they throw up (Home) Really wish I didn't show up (Home) All these Karens wanna shoot 'em (Home) Or at least Batista bomb 'em (I'm goin' home) I can feel my anger brewin' (Home) Sometimes I just wanna scream (Home) Quit this job, I wanna leave (Home) Wanna see a better seen (I'm goin' home) Rappers waitin' for a co-sign, oh my That's like beggin' on the roadside, not I I will get it on my own, I don't lie Made from the bottom, gotta get my dollars Used to work a nine to five And all night, prayin' for a change And a spotlight, ice up on my neck Now it's so bright, it's so bright (Prr) I don't give a fuck what a ho say Pull up in Impalas, drinkin' rose Not too long ago, I worked at Subway Prayed to God, I made it some way I wanted fame, and hoes from runways I'm livin' lavish, Monday to Sunday Ain't going back to workin' all day Ain't going back to workin' all day Don't you miss me now? Dropped out, still graduated, shit Don't wait for me, I ain't comin' down I'm goin' home Don't you miss me now? Dropped out, still graduated, shit Don't wait for me, I ain't comin' down I'm goin' home