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where am i going - art morera lyrics

uh huh
yeah yeah
i just want one thing
keep it real with me
look look

uh uh, why lie
i was bright eyed and bushy tailed
let me tell you of my life
i don’t know what details i should entail
but there’s a fine line that divides me and them
let me know if you guys find a word that defines how being him is like
cuz i find it hard to describe what’s going on on the inside
you know, there’s a word for that it’s called exulansis
look it up if you can, it’s spelled
e*x*u*l*a*n*s*i*s
i was a mess, ah yes, i remember
likе it was yesterday, think i’ll nevеr forget
old friends had me left for dead
i mean, i wasn’t living right anyway
looking out for my best interest only
you know me, always me, me, me
numbero uno all the time
then i’d wonder why i would always feel lonely
in my car, free with nowhere to go
little man’s on a quest to make ends meet
and tie a nudo, frugal, a great mc
without a place to rest, no vacancy
there’s sp*ce in the backseat but i’mma wait and see
morty there’s a rest stop 20 miles away
yeah morty’s my dog and he’s a good boy
momma said i was a good kid
i call her up while rolling up a kush joint
home’s where the heart is
same place where i should be going
home’s where the heart is
same place i should be going

where am i going? where am i off to?
medicinal on me like i’m a doctor
my mom’s doing fine, i just talked to her
i don’t think she understands but it’s all good
and i didn’t expect none of y’all to either
so i took a breather
hit the brakes, watching breaking bad feeling like walter
my life altered cuz of reefer
now i know it’s my fault i wasn’t about blame anybody or be salty
and the few that stuck with me, that’s loyalty
and those that came back around, we gon’ see
but homie, don’t waste time on me, go spend time with your family
and appreciate the fact that you can leave
whenever you want, i was locked up, you don’t gotta understand me
i mean there’s a word for that, it’s called exulansis
look it up when you can, it’s spelled
e*x*u*l*a*n*s*i*s
i was a mess, ah yes speaking of sis
i’m on probation and i’m blessed, i guess
so i’mma walk my papers and i don’t want no smoke like vapors
then i’mma hit the west side next
morty there’s a rest stop 10 miles away
yeah, morty’s my dog and he’s a good boy
momma said i was a good kid
i call her up while i’m rolling up a kush joint
home’s where the heart is
same place where i should be going
home’s where the heart is
same place i should be going

where am i going?

boy go home, you’re a long way from home
boy go home, you’re a long way from home
boy go home, you’re a long way from home
boy go home, you’re a long way from home

come home

- art morera lyrics

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