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get back home - verb t & illinformed lyrics

[intro]
oi mate, what you doing, you f*cking can’t lie there mate, that’s my front door (get up)
yo, yo, yo

[verse 1]
uh, now he’s out of his cave, feeling it like a sledgehammer to the ribcage
the pain of death, sharper blades taking heads
man that’s pretty bad, guess i better make ammends
in my lane again, looking kinda lame again
but i feel cooler by 98%
i stay intense with the pen, obsessive
rappers crossdressing, got weapons tucked in the bra
that’s all backwards, them stars collapsing
with the implosion, i sip frozen
thе time capsule, the classic momеnt you’re coming back to
and now you’re sat tuned in to the vaccum
in another state, looking underweight
unamazed to the point, that i’m in the f*cking race
trying not to suffocate
see i suffered fates foul embrace, but then i found away (yeah yeah don’t worry it will be alright)
[chorus x2]
any setback, i don’t stress that
i just get back, to what i’m best at
they in a rush trying to get that dough
but right now, i just wanna get back home (yo yeah, ahh)

[verse 2]
now i’m breathing again
i’ve been feeling this red mist leaving my head
once deep in the stress, now i’m free from the tention
don’t need cures, seeking prevention
they talk reckless, seeking attention
for no good reason, those hooks deep in your flesh
’bout to tear you apart from strategic angles
hang fools up by the ankles
and have you searching for home, mine’s swirling
and thrown in a furnace, soul in a a dirtpit
vultures and vermin, sculptrues of hereos
kneel for you idol, hold it you weirdos
as the wise man’s beard grows
instability has got mad people fleeing home
and at many times, i would rather be alone
feeling so far removed, there is no need to know

[hook]
it will be alright though (it will be okay)
[chorus x2]
any setback, i don’t stress that
i just get back, to what i’m best at
they in a rush, trying to get that dough
but right now, i just wanna get back home (yo yeah, ahh)

[outro]
yeah, that’s f*cking groovy

- verb t illinformed lyrics

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