Come Home - Mike Posner

No, no

No, no, no, no

No, no

No, no, no, no

No, no

No, no, no, no

No, no

No, no, no, no

Life’s crazy

My parents worried 'bout me

'Cause I didn’t talk to nobody, just made beats

And now I get paid by the syllable

Gotta thank 'em though, I know it can be difficult

As I tip-toe in and out of zip codes

All on a mission of love, that’s what I live for

I got big dreams, ma, I got big goals

You see my old ones now because I lived those

You got to admit, ma

I told you I was gonna get into Duke and I did, ma

I told you I would get signed and I did, ma

Look at this, ma, look at this, ma

No, no

No, no, no, no

No, no

No, no, no, no

All my friends feel trapped and afraid

I close my eyes and try to imagine a way

To wash all my old patterns away

I had to stop smokin' 'cause it scattered my brain

«Fuck bitches» is what my favorite rappers would say

I say there is something beautiful after the pain

After the pain, this can’t be real

Turns out the ladder to fame is a hamster wheel

When we played the Palace, my parents were first row

That’s a feeling that I don’t even have words for

I did my song, went backstage, and drank a Henny bottle

Picked up my phone and then I started texting any model

I used to put a target on every cute face

And keep Plan B pills in my suitcase

«That's gross, time to grow,» that’s what Ronny said

Man, Willie just called, «Dawg, Ronny’s dead»

I’m tryna stumble to a truer view

I’m noticing the sky is a bluer hue

It’s time to get to work, that’s what doers do

I’m looking in the mirror like, «Who are you?»