Coming Back (feat. Mac Miller)

I'm coming back

Hey, yeah, I'm comin'

I'm coming back

Hey, yeah, I'm comin'

It's a cold world, baby, but I'm a cold nigga

Frostbite tryna take a chew of how I slither

My presence give 'em chills, like an Antarctican winter

And I'm bangin' Inglewood 'til I'm gettin' caught with a splinter

I'm havin' artists for dinner

So many fall apart when I spark, it's hard to remember

It's always hard rememberin' pain is part of the riddle

Somewhere between my art and the dark, I'm parked in the middle

I knew my part since was little

I knew my heart was official

I knew that in my heart that that boy was part of a bigger plan

I know my momma not comin' up short of rent again

'Cause I put this rap shit down and go and sin again

Fuck all the daps and pounds, I'm on my shit again

All that bad mouthin' just runnin' up my adrenaline

And yeah, it's safe to say we made a way

From gettin' slouched on

And Doms'll be that nigga from now on, you dig me?

Nothin' to do 'cept smoke and drive (smoke and drive)

20 in your pocket, million on your mind (on your mind)

And someone had the drink, someone had the drugs

Someone had bitches on the line, that's just what it was (what it was)

And I don't regret a single night I came home fucked up

Ain't sorry for a single time I made hoes cry

Money was a thing I didn't make too much of

Tell me "Hurry up," I'ma take my time (my time)

I feel like I'm designed for this

I don't know how on my timin' is

But I know I won't have time again

To give this all I got, ayy

All my clouds got silver linings

Amazin' how I keep my peace alive through all this violence

It's a war outside my window, it's like all I hear is sirens

But it's somethin' 'bout the melody, I'm driftin' into science

I was born hateful, lookin' at this world ugly

Way at the bottom, got me questionin' if God love me

You know my steez dog, real niggas ride gully

Lost a couple soldiers, got me smokin' with my eyes runny

My heart cold like I said in the first verse

And I'm tryna eat, you niggas eyein' dessert first

And somewhere between the hoes and money, I got hurt the worst

I swear to God this life a gift and a curse

My path was chosen way before I existed, the misfit

The voices in my head never tell me wrong, so I listen

Either make a way or collision

I ain't here to play, nigga, I'm on a mission

Nothin' to do 'cept smoke and drive (I hear that) (smoke and drive)

20 in your pocket, million on your mind (on your mind)

And someone had the drink, someone had the drugs

Someone had bitches on the line, that's just what it was (what it was)

And I don't regret a single night I came home fucked up

Ain't sorry for a single time I made hoes cry

Money was a thing I didn't make too much of

Tell me "Hurry up," I'ma take my time (my time)

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