Lyrics Spose – Going Home
Text:
Fuck this shit, I’m goin’ home
In the middle of the city, but I’m all alone
Me and all my skeletons, dancin’ in my helmet
If this is bein’ alive, then make me bones
I was s’posed to reach the apex, the mountain top
Yell down at my mom like, «Here, ma, look»
I didn’t even get to march at graduation
Got suspended stealin’ money from the year—what, huh?—book
Was s’posed to have straight A’s, then I went crooked
If there is a God, I hope He’s not lookin’
I jackknifed at the fork in the road
Now the devil want a spoon, wrong turn, I took it
I had no drop top, raindrop, at the trainstop
Wish I made my brain stop, feel your person
Devil worship, always sinnin’
Never workin’, head to prison
All I hear is alarms and sirens soundin’ (ah)
Stress, regrets, a thousand
And all the hammerheads are poundin’, all the debt surroundin’
In and out my house, and metro set the bar, forgot about it
Somebody help me
Help me
I think I need therapy
But I can’t afford it
Stressed, expectations not met
Stressed, heart ping pong in my chest
Stressed, got no real amigos, I’m offset
Stressed, all downhill like bobsled
And it feel like suffocation
I don’t think I’ll make it
What the fuck I’m doin’? What the fuck I’m doin’? Everything is ruined
I’m trapped, layin’ on my back
In the squalor, heart pound like English dollar
Let me smoke a bowl to calm my nerves
Whoops, didn’t work, now I’m paranoid even worse
So I text my ex’s phone just to get some dome
She said I did wrong, so she movin’ on
And she groanin’ ’cause I’m not grown
Took out all these loans just to feel alone
Thought I’d get a standin’ ovation
Guess that was my ‘magination
All of my procrastination
All this academic probation
Thoughts race like horses
I hope you’re not recordin’
‘Cause I feel wasted, dumb and arrogant, doubts, endless comparisons
Grades is just embarrassin’, faceless young American
Nowhere to hide
Through this voice inside my mind
I just need to drown in the loud
I know this is a temporary fix
But you’re wrong
I’ve got tonight
Fuck this shit, I’m goin’ home
In the middle of the city, but I’m all alone
Me and all my skeletons, dancin’ in my helmet
If this is bein’ alive, then make me bones
Expectations (expectations, pectations)
I thought I was gonna be a god
Would do I do now that I’m not?
Nowhere to hide
Through this voice inside my mind
I just need to drown in the loud
Fuck this shit, I’m goin’ home
