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Big Homie - 21 (Prod. by Caveman) (Official Lyric Video)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Homie
Big Homie
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joshua Youngblood
Joshua Youngblood
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Caveman
Caveman
Mixing Engineer
Ahava Sol
Ahava Sol
Vocal Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Uh Tour forever just a laptop and a backpack Learned about the game when I was 21, blackjack Look A menudo; diamonds dancing Pluto They like judo, watch me cut a bitch, new phone Eighty-two Cutlasses and crazy glue Picking up the pieces sick of bleeding sick of saving you Ghost No more flurries No more judges, no more juries No more feelings they get buried No more pulling up curry; god damn Make a plan I'm forever on the lamb And I'm like never on the gram And I get better when it's sand Ya its beaches Notepad got some speeches Workin on my thesis And I think I might be Jesus Naw I'm just grieving Crying for no reason All this pain and rainy seasons I can't wait til I break even Look Drapetomania Look it up, I suffer Nights Arabia That shit made me tougher I was looking for my Fatima And somehow now I'm Dracula I'm bleeding watch me patch it up Quantum Leap, Bakula Whoa, No no telling Way I'm touching new roads I might be Magellan I know my rights; stripes like a felon Surfing and I'm selling and I know that water welling It's tour forever, just a laptop and a backpack Learned about the game when I was 21, blackjack So now I'm all in and my girl stopped calling Said that she cannot bare the damn pain leaving on a jet plane Ya I'm leaving Loki I'm a demon When my brothers on some other shit, that shit feel like treason There be tension I can't breath and I can't mention all the reasons They be breaking down, debriefing They don't love me so I leave em Naw No wahala I apologize to Allah All the drugs is from Colombia, the plug from Guatemala En mi vida mucha mala Nothing eazy, guala guala I seen people do the strangest things to family for a dollar So I... Runaway And end up missing Probably losing karma for the way that I be living What I'm doing unforgiven Different women I be kissing Is you grown or is you kidding? Why does home feel so forbidden? Oh Back and forth; Wimbeldon Serving niggas insulin Lose it all on Sunday Monday, rich again Never leave the house without it That's what I call discipline Swerving through the potholes Stockholm, Switzerland Whoa, No no telling Way I'm touching new roads I might be Magellan I know my rights; stripes like a felon Surfing and I'm selling and I know that water welling It's tour forever, just a laptop and a backpack Learned about the game when I was 21, blackjack So now I'm all in and my girl stopped calling Said that she cannot bare the pain leaving on a jet plane
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