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 todays grey sky on last weeks rain
So he sees everything face value
Looks grim, it tastes bad too
Theres nothing to do except dupe, push down the wall and get through it
I swear to god its too stretched
Too easy to slip or lose steps
And the taller you are, the harder you fall
Thats why a lot of us crawl
Mumma, please dont look now
Ive gotta walk over people Ive took down
It aint as pretty as you probably think
Its gonna take more than soap and a sink
Tomorrow hell drink to the guilt of
Every cheap wooden bridge that hes 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 hes 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, dont trust none of these people
Wont give him enough to love me for me
So even when they welcome me into their kingdom
Cant 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
Redlights, no stops
Mumma, this cant be the boy you raised me to be
The drama, depression
Afraid that it must be the daily in me thats crazy
Carry me home - take care of your baby
(Hook)
Dont wanna live like that, no
Dont wanna live like that, no