Coming Back (feat. MAC MILLER)

I coming back

Hey, yeah

I coming back

Hey, yeah

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

Frostbite tryna take a chew at how I slither

My presence give 'em chills like an Antarctican winter

And I'm banging Inglewood till I'm gettin' caught with a splinter

I'm having all this for dinner, so many fall apart

When our spark is 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 art was official

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

I know my mama 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 **** from now on, you dig me?

Nothing to do 'cept smoke and drive

Twenty in your pocket, million on your mind

And someone had a drink, someone had a drug

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

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

Feel 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

I feel like I'm designed for this, don't know how all my time in this

But I know I want that time again to give this all I got

All my clouds got silver linin's

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

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

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

I was born hateful, lookin' at this world ugly

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

You know my steez, dog, real **** 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 ****, 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

A 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, ****, I'm on a mission

Nothin' to do 'cept smoke and drive

Twenty in your pocket, million on your mind

And someone had a drink, someone had a drug

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

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

Feel 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