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点击复制I don't know a place right now that I belong
I don't know a place right now that feels like home
I don't know a place right now that I belong
I don't know a place right now that feels like home
I don't know a place right now that I belong
I don't know a place right now that feels like home
I don't know a place right now that I belong
I don't know a place right now that feels like home
As my adversaries become dead and buried I'm alone
I'm preparing the obituary but it's bittersweet that they're gone
At the moment I got too much time for over analyzin' all my flaws
Stress-eating all this BenJerry's need a
I just want to roll I just want to go
I pack my bags but jet lag keeps me slow
I don't know what I should keep and let go
I don't know who I am down to my soul
I don't know a place right now that I belong
I don't know a place right now that feels like home
I don't know a place right now that I belong
I don't know a place right now that feels like home
I don't know a place right now that I belong
I don't know a place right now that feels like home
I don't know a place right now that I belong
I don't know a place right now that feels like home
S**t ain't been the same since 2012
I felt that hell
Hot summer as I had to sleep on Jason's floor
With my belongings in a bag know what I hated more
My family evicted
Couldn't go back to college 'cause I owed some tuition
For taking a leave of absence the prior semester
Father swore that I was flunkin' out
When he refused to send me money on the phone I started buggin' out
And we ain't talk for like two years till my sister's graduation
My friends lacked empty for my dire situation
Not a man but had to man up
Find a loft apartment in Brooklyn a small room I couldn't stand up
Had a girlfriend that loved me for who I was
Little did she know he was tryna' find who he is
If I could take it back I don't know if I'd do it different
But she punched me in the stomach broke up with her ate the tears
This might be the first time I detailed the worst times
Now I feel old as f**k can't get back the years
I'm crying as I'm writing these words
Black Pearl trying to fight this curse
It gets harder trying to write these songs
When I can't even name a thing that I really f**king care about
Used to think home was the place you called your parent's house
I was f**king wrong and I know that line gon' trigger my mother
But if home is where the heart is and I'm supposed to be a smart kid
Why do I keep looking in these places I get
Liquor makes me a bad friend
Drinking makes me feel like giving up the admin of my whole life
I'm not feeling fine anymore my family isn't mine anymore
Rhode Island isn't mine anymore New York isn't mine anymore
Big Apple and I'm dying at the core
F**k