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Luke Johansson
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Karsten RéShawn Bonner
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I just can't seem to find my peace
Look to the heavens I pray your eyes on me
Now it's food on my plate but baby I can't eat
Wishing Grandma's kitchen could feed my soul
I need to come back home
Life keep stressin' dont it?
Pressure vexin' hexin' my brain why wont it to stop?
Paranoia got me creepin' around the block cause cops patrollin'
And ops got glocks reloadin' clips and foldin' niggas
Like origami figures, it's cameras on watch paparazzi hit us
Can't sleep, so biblical scriptures read
And olive oil mixture on my forehead
Picture me rollin' holdin' onto trauma
Patna told me might be sowed in survivor's guilt
Feel violent cries from my eyes that's built
Spilt L's in the sky like I fire that spliff eyes wide
I've been spinnin' sinnin' with Christians
Sippin' this Judah Juice
Hoolah hooping in voodoo religions I know
I just can't seem to find my peace
Look to the heavens I pray your eyes on me
Now it's food on my plate but baby I can't eat
Wishing Grandma's kitchen could feed my soul
I need to free my mind (weighs on my mind weighs on my mind)
Free my mind (weighs on my mind weighs on my mind)
Hey, I need free my mind (weighs on my mind weighs on my mind)
Hey, I'm wishing Grandma's kitchen could feed my soul
I need to come back home
Way too much violence outside
Mind my business but I got ties
Cousin' like my auntie cookin' up pies
Lil' white girl sniffin' lil' white lines in the function
I heard shots got fired they was dumpin'
Tires swerve round that curve niggas bumpin'
Wayne, Jeezy, Tip, Boosie, and Gucci smoke loosey's
Hit neighborhood hoochies for the night
Leno had the Red Impala tryna holla at them hoes
We stayed on freak missions with bros
I still had virgin blood and Lord knows
That Momma gon kill me, spillin' dirt on my clothes
Done got me filthy ghetto black child
From a wild ass history of Fathers on trail
Now his smile miles empty My God
I just can't seem to find my peace
Look to the heavens I pray your eyes on me
Now it's food on my plate but baby I can't eat
Wishing Grandma's kitchen could feed my soul
I need to free my mind (weighs on my mind weighs on my mind)
Free my mind (weighs on my mind weighs on my mind)
Hey, I need free my mind (weighs on my mind weighs on my mind)
Hey, I'm wishing Grandma's kitchen could feed my soul
I need to come back home
Writer(s): Karsten Réshawn Bonner, Luke Johansson
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