Eshrack_ - Driving Home Lyrics

Sunday morning
Last night left a shawty moaning
Rain was pouring
She not good at conversation, boring
Like I was talking to a brick wall
Never mind that stand tall
Hollywood corrupted us all
I'll be back next fall
When all the bullshit is gone, I don't wanna talk
Too much shit on my mind all the time
Going home to reset, sorry that all this rhyme
Body still in the trunk
Should leave it there at I don't even give a f*ck
Do shit for hoes and they leave you SOL
Shit out of Luck
Oh well
Can't be mad at that
Look at the environment they at
Clout chasers and rule breakers
Don't get it twisted, I was one too and I'm not playing the role of the maker
But if I do meet God, I got questions for em
Why I deal with lessons with stress on them
Shit I don't understand
Deserve to be rich like the Gucci Man
Everybody say that but don't wanna do the shit he did
I don't even like the shit I did like sticking a barrel to a nigga's ribs
Can't stand myself, shit.
This why I'm going back home, to be alone.