Back To The Go

I made a mistake, I lost a home

Not like a mortgage but more like a foster home

Supposed to be two parents but now I'm across the globe

And screaming across the phone, the dog that just lost his bone

I'm back at the bachelor pad, chicken scratch on the pad

I got a fix for an itch and I be scratching it bad

In the kitchen flipping the script like a spatula ad

Was packing my bags, once I unpack I'm back in my bag

Square one, ground zero, the homeless hometown hero

I was transient only in the family sense

And in the past tense maybe I was absent

I stopped doing acid but I been keeping tabs

Since them London hoes with asses said that they love my accent (igh)

No I'm not demanding baby I was just asking

Now I'm in the 'raq, I used to be cold as Saxon

Not because they taxing, baby it was an accent

I fall on my face sometimes (igh)

I look at myself, I cry sometimes

I need a lil space myself

I look at myself, I'm right sometimes

Tell momma I'm back in my room (igh)

I'll be packing up soon I just need to lay low

Anyone ask, if you see me say "no" (no)

Been round the board, now I'm back to the go (igh)

I made paint from out the pain (igh)

Sometimes you wash the stains out in the rain (igh)

Some people pulled they fame from out the flames (igh)

Me I'm like Loraine, I came from out the frame

My memories photographic

My slow dances was magic, my romances was tragic

My real life feel like a still life, back on the canvas just to see what it feel like

Pull, counter, stiff right, nigga, no time to dodge

Took some time pumping iron in my mom's garage

Then I'm back to the future this a time machine

Back on my feet this a Thai massage

Surprise, it's the boy from the pre-mature burial

Fresh off the boat with a story and a stereo

You bound to see tears if you ball enough

They say the harder you fall if you tall enough (igh), and I fall

I fall on my face sometimes