Xrader - Roam

I left you at home
Hung up by the phone
So is there something wrong with me
I feel better alone
Alone in the same room but side to side
In my mind I escape to the highest high
Time goes bye and you feel neglected
Don't know why I don't feel accepted
Live my life with a real perspective
But Its not right when your meals are threatened
Shiv like knife is my slice of life
Strife might bite but it feels expected
And I dont even really get high any more
How do people really get by when we poor
I'm Lost no finding
My mind is stuck grindin
I'm winging it, thinking if I'm fly we can soar
But you Can't cuddle when theirs empty plates of porcelain
Of course then you need class with no course in
And porshes where the front swing like porches
I joke bish but I never kid
Abortions
I'm out for portions so the chorus this
I left you at home
Feeling all alone
But my thoughts tend to roam on me
When I get in my zone
I left you at home
Hung up by the phone
So is there something wrong with me
I feel better alone
Alone without the pressure thinking
I
Still
Need
You
Hold on to the stretcher but
I
Can't
Seem
To
Release the hurt away
Find the words to say
Beat the curse, before I meet the hearse someday
Find a purpose, my worth is worth something
At worst you'll work from birth until the grave
So where the hell are all of our taxes going
System is corrupt and the fact is known
They bail out banks
Then roll out the tanks
Its gone in a second like a fat kids cone
So I'm out in a zone while you
Back at home
Seeing faces in the places where the
Crack heads roam
it ain't basic don't mean braces when you
Pack that chrome
So Sorry about this baby but I'm
Back by dawn I'm gone
I left you at home
Feeling all alone
But my thoughts tend to roam on me
When I get in my zone
I left you at home
Hung up by the phone
So is there something wrong with me
I feel better alone
Alone in the dark as I zone in the park
Breaking your heart should've know from the start
I Can't give you my time mind preoccupied
Might seem a nice guy, bright speed like a light
But Bittersweet life with the cheap akward type
Inner we fight better keep out of site
Twenty-four hours gotta keep on the grind
Or get Twenty-four limbs like three octopie That's why I
I
Left
You
At
Home
Home
Mind has flown and gone
Gone
So is there something wrong with me
I Feel better alone

Written by:
FOSTER, RAEBURN, NICHOLAS ANTON DOMINIC FOSTER, PETER LEWIS RAEBURN

Publisher:
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