They say the winds gon' blow back home
As I'm roamin' through the snow now
Wonder if you'll be back home
Wonder if I'm all alone now
She ask me why I never stay
Runnin through the days had me feelin' kinda dazed
Stay away from rays, freeze like I'm O'Shea
Rollin' through the tape, paper, but I know I play
Sometimes I wonder what they say
Wonder if they love me even I'm kinda gay
Wonder if they dug me when the shot don't fade
Wonder if they love me when I'm not on top my game
It's the pressure of the mic, y'all
Reason I can never spit it like I like, y'all
Thinkin, walkin' round my mind like I might fall
Egg splatter on the mic when I fly soft
It's the, it's the pressure of the times
Money through my mind while the town burn down
Spill prophetic residue like I gon' shine
Feelin' like a stew with a few ol' times
Feel a brew with the slick cue from a dime
Feel like stickin' round to the end of my time
Steal from a broke crew, way before the chime
Sip with a sandy, sunny view and a lime
Chyuh
Say the winds gon' blow back home
As I'm roamin' through the snow now
Wonder if you'll be back home
Wonder if I'm all alone now
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They say the winds gon' blow back home
As I'm roamin' through the snow now
Wonder if you'll be back home
Wonder if I'm all alone now
She ask me why I never stay
Runnin through the days had me feelin' kinda dazed
Stay away from rays, freeze like I'm O'Shea
Rollin' through the tape, paper, but I know I play
Sometimes I wonder what they say
Wonder if they love me even I'm kinda gay
Wonder if they dug me when the shot don't fade
Wonder if they love me when I'm not on top my game
It's the pressure of the mic, y'all
Reason I can never spit it like I like, y'all
Thinkin, walkin' round my mind like I might fall
Egg splatter on the mic when I fly soft
It's the, it's the pressure of the times
Money through my mind while the town burn down
Spill prophetic residue like I gon' shine
Feelin' like a stew with a few ol' times
Feel a brew with the slick cue from a dime
Feel like stickin' round to the end of my time
Steal from a broke crew, way before the chime
Sip with a sandy, sunny view and a lime
Chyuh
Say the winds gon' blow back home
As I'm roamin' through the snow now
Wonder if you'll be back home
Wonder if I'm all alone now
As I'm roamin' through the snow now
Wonder if you'll be back home
Wonder if I'm all alone now
She ask me why I never stay
Runnin through the days had me feelin' kinda dazed
Stay away from rays, freeze like I'm O'Shea
Rollin' through the tape, paper, but I know I play
Sometimes I wonder what they say
Wonder if they love me even I'm kinda gay
Wonder if they dug me when the shot don't fade
Wonder if they love me when I'm not on top my game
It's the pressure of the mic, y'all
Reason I can never spit it like I like, y'all
Thinkin, walkin' round my mind like I might fall
Egg splatter on the mic when I fly soft
It's the, it's the pressure of the times
Money through my mind while the town burn down
Spill prophetic residue like I gon' shine
Feelin' like a stew with a few ol' times
Feel a brew with the slick cue from a dime
Feel like stickin' round to the end of my time
Steal from a broke crew, way before the chime
Sip with a sandy, sunny view and a lime
Chyuh
Say the winds gon' blow back home
As I'm roamin' through the snow now
Wonder if you'll be back home
Wonder if I'm all alone now
Writer: Sudarshan Iyengar, Austin Atchley
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Post Bag Productions
Language: English
Length: 2:01
Written by: Sudarshan Iyengar, Austin Atchley