Jay Rence - Homecoming

You don't got no time to waste
Take the pressure push it
Put it back in its place
You don't gotta
Gotta try so hard
Hard

This ones for the son who might feel sadistic
For spending all the time thinking they the misfit
Livin on the L cause you think you missed it
When really you just trying on shoes that miss-fit
See really issues is the word misused
Haven't you heard the news we all bloody and bruised
Haven't you heard the news
All the world got problems
Walls so tall a wrecking ball can't solve em

This beat makes me think of one nine one eight six
Hours on the street doin tricks
One hundred and third degrees
Family third degrees
Burns so deep
Falling on my knees like
God please help me out and tell me you hear
And if you hear what's going on make those storm clouds clear

Cause shit just seems so complicated
And everything in me want to feel elated

Good times coming soon but they feel belated
All this old bullshit got me new frustrated
Underrated are the times
With nothing to do
Nothing new nothing old just some ps2

This a ps to you keep your fists up true
But know when to let em down and let life all in
Let it hit let it punch take you down to the ground
And when you can't take more grab the ones that surround you

You don't got no time to waste
Take the pressure push it
Put it back in it's place
You don't gotta
Gotta try so hard
Hard

If I could tell myself then any one thing
It'd be one dream
One ring
One crib
One car
One kid
One hit
One thing

Don't make you a king

Certainly if you're a king it don't make you all clean

Shit's both or neither
Facts that function either
As a downward meter
Or a means to ether

Tryna take you off your feet and into the dark

Shits not black and white but still the contrasts stark

Iron man type fights wait to break your heart
Don't let em get you down
But be sure you're gonna fall in
And all in balls deep is all you can call in
And ballin on fleek is where you'll be sprawlin

Rest assured it'll work if you put in the work
But don't work so hard you forget how to hurt
And don't take it so serious you forget what you're worth
Shits as deep as it gets but so simple it hurts

This beat makes me think of one nine one eight six
Hours on the street doin tricks
One hundred and third degrees
Family third degrees
Burns so deep
Falling on my knees

Cause shit just seems so complicated
And everything in me want to feel elated

Everything in me wants to spin the days back
Take back all the pressure and tell me to lay back

You don't got no time to waste
Take the pressure push it
Put it back in it's place
You don't gotta
Gotta try so hard
Hard

There's no one way track to a victory lap
There's a victory lap if you just learn how to laugh
If you learn how to live and you learn how to die
Gonna get a pair of wings and take that shit to the sky
You'll fly

You'll fly away
You'll fly

Written by:
James Littier

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