Flown Home - Blue Franklin

That boy in the back of my head said get the fuck up, and do something better

Put the pen to the paper, roll a fat blunt on the porch, and make something

clever

Just left LA on impulse the only thing I’ll miss is the food and the weather

If you wanna know the way I feel in life right now one word: whatever

Liberated, not giving a fuck

Burnt out but still not giving it up

I bear my mind I’m digging it up

Got plenty of time to be living it up

Lil bros back home

So I’m hitting them up

Like hey what’s up?

it’s me

I’m gonna be home in a couple of weeks

You know where I can get some weed?

I don’t feel anything.

anything

I live in my head

Reset my mind cuz it’s just what I needed

I don’t need therapy, rehab or Jesus

Everything, everything is a-okay

(I swear)

Pulled up in a light blue Subaru

Flex my web like a lesbian mom

Two weeks in my childhood home

And I’m like yo, how the fuck is everyone calm?

This boy is king of the world

But he doesn’t know shit, can never be wrong

I met up with my old math teacher

Awkward time but his weed was bomb

Unapologetic, sympathetic, doing everything and anything that keep his

motivation in check

Killing every second with the esses

Got intelligence beyond all understanding in the body of sex

Stupid motherfuckers on the internet are idiots

Who try to understand but it’s too complex

They all got a lot of negativity to spread like MTV

I’m like: next!

I don’t feel anything.

anything

I live in my head

Reset my mind cuz it’s just what I needed

I don’t need therapy, rehab or Jesus

Everything, everything is a-okay