Coming Back (Explicit) - Domo Genesis/Mac Miller

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

Frostbite tryna take a chew of how I slither

My presence give 'em chills like an antarctica winter

And I'm banging inglewood till I'm getting caught with a splinter

I'm having artists for dinner

So many fall apart when I spark it's hard to remember

It's always hard remembering 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 heart was official

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

I know my momma not coming up short of rent again

Cause I put this rap sh*t down and go and sin again

F**k all the daps and pounds I'm on my sh*t again

All that bad mouthing just running up my adrenaline

And yeah it's safe to say we made a way

From getting slouched on

And doms'll be that ni**a from now on you dig me

Nothing to do except smoking dro

Twenty in your pocket million on your mind

And someone had the drink someone had the **

Someone had b**ches on the line that's what it was

And I don't regret a single night I came home f**ked 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 Imma take my time

I feel like I'm designed for this

I don't know how all my timing is

But I know I want that time again

To give this all I got

All my clouds got silver linings

Amazing how I keep my peace alive through all this violence

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

But it's something 'bout the melody I'm drifting into science

I was born hateful looking at this world ugly

Way at the bottom got me questioning if god love me

You know my steez dog real niggas ride gully

Lost a couple soldiers got me smokey with my eyes runny

My heart cold like I said in the first verse

And I'm tryna eat you niggas I am 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 the 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 ni**a I'm on a mission

Nothing to do except smoking dro

Twenty in your pocket million on your mind

And someone had the drink someone had the **

Someone had b**ches on the line that's what it was

And I don't regret a single night I came home f**ked 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 Imma take my time

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