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Oh, yeah I cannot return Home Yeah I cannot take the burden I feel like you don't need it I feel like you can't see it I'm fighting my own demons This time I can't, i'm leaving Oh, yeah I cannot take the burden Yeah, aye We can't meet up in person I told them I don't need it I told them I can't see it The heart, I cannot feel it I'll take back what you leave I don't know what to believe Shit got toxic but I ain't leave Gave you all I got, why you joking with me? Cain't enjoy my high, if you ain't smoking with me Way you took my heart, way you stole it like a thief Put it in a bag, not the tote double C's Don't forget the packs, four of those before we leave Cause you got a couple drops in the rolls, in the B But there's no fucking love either way that we steer I fall the f*ck back, even then it ain't clear So far ahead, look at you in the rear So get any closer, i'm switching the gear Hopped in the hoop, then pull up in the Stu! Whip in the kitchen, I'm making me stew Gas your head big like that nigga named Stew Claim you a kin, but hell nah, you ain't fam to me So fucking sad that you now is a fan to me Say you support me but don't even pray for me Copped you a dub, but you won't even pay to see Someone you love and you rocking with faithfully F*ck is you thinking? The f*ck did you thought? That you can replace me? Ain't taking my spot Bitch be real, they ain't doing it like I do it Niggas trash, they type mumbling, can't bop to it Oh yeah I cannot return Home Yeah I cannot take the burden I feel like you don't need it I feel like you can't see it I'm fighting my own demons This time I can't, i'm leaving Oh, yeah I cannot take the burden Yeah, aye We can't meet up in person I told them I don't need it I told them I can't see it The heart, I cannot feel it I'll take back what you leave Nigga got a Rolex, it's ticking, so ain't flexing like you thought you was I'm seeing through that shit but nigga no binoculars Really you ain't shit, lil' nigga, who you thought you was? Don't be in a section with them bitches, "Oh, I thought you was" Oh, you going stupid, Lil' bitch, I go ridiculous Pop a pussy, nigga, make a mother-fucking pimple puss Talking big shit, lil baby, I don't need a blood Ain't up on your tens, dirty bitch, cause look, your knees are bloody Whoa, wait! Rapping on this flame is a cold case Beat a hoe with metal, that's a pole case Pedal to the metal, but ain't no race Hit 'em with the bomb face, or the nice braids, and the waistline I'm double A and I'm mother-fucking "J'son" 23, hoe, my mother-fucking J's on A lil bounce, to put these mother-fucking jeans on Whoa, wait! Rapping on this flame is a cold case Beat a hoe with metal, that's a pole case Pedal to the metal, but ain't no race Hit 'em with the bomb face, or the nice braids, and the waistline I'm double A and I'm mother-fucking "J'son" 23, hoe, my mother-fucking J's on A lil' bounce, to put these mother-fucking jeans on Oh yeah I cannot return Home Yeah I cannot take the burden I feel like you don't need it I feel like you can't see it I'm fighting my own demons This time I can't, i'm leaving Oh, yeah I cannot take the burden Yeah, aye We can't meet up in person I told them I don't need it I told them I can't see it The heart, I cannot feel it I'll take back what you leave