Ryan Michael - Idontfeelathome

How did I let me poison my passion
Faking my life, and faking the rapping
Quit drinking, I ain't bottle capping
I got this ability, how did you think I made this happen

Clueless about life and the ending
Making friends, but they all pending
I ain't got my head in, where they heading
I ain't gotta write about lies, so I'm learning lessons

Maybe I'd be better at R&B
Maybe they should've listened to me
Seems they can't stand looking at me
In my eyes, when they hear my feelings

In these lines, so I'm making it work
Smoke hit the ceiling, thinking about girls that twerk
Thinking about love, all this talent
I ain't really about it, hun
Had to tell her to her face
All she wanted to do was

They all ugly and annoying
I can't entertain them no more
Like a delivery, I'm just dashing out the door
I don't wanna talk, so I shut the door
Had my own place, but couldn't stand being alone
Pay all this money to be on your own
With depression, you ain't in your home
It doesn't feel like your home

It's not your home
Not your home
I'm not home
I don't feel at home
I'm not home
I don't feel at home
I'm not home

I don't feel at home
I'm not home
I don't feel at home

Written by:
Ryan Michael, Ryan Shaffer

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