Honey Im Home - Datkid, Baileys Brown, Datkid, BAILEYS BROWN

Uh, honey I’m home

Check it, uh

Fucking flying

Wipe the stars outta ya eyes

Listen, look

Yo

We roll up twenty man deep, fuck a guest list

Logo where the chest is, like yo let me bless this

Turning the time i’ve invested to money’s the objective

Sceptic’s hating like jealous exes I ain’t mad at ya

Acting pally to my face but you’re bad actors

You’re only wasting your own time and energy

I won’t stop til the globe knows my identity

And if it means making some enemies so be it

I keep it live like it’s prime time news

Mind my mouth shit I suggest you mind mine too

Man like me don’t bow to a guy like you

Swim the channel, you’re still ain’t fit to shine my shoes

Rap beef is light work I slew mc’s

Switch up turn a cypher to UFC

I’ll knock you the fuck out mid sentence

Just like I did to the snitch that landed me this sentence

Honey I’m home wipe the stars out your eyes

Fix me breakfast and pass back the mic

I got a long day aheada me

My name ain’t gonna make it’s self

And this game ain’t gonna rape itself

I said, Honey I’m home wipe the stars out your eyes

Fix me breakfast and pass back the mic

I got a long day aheada me

Yo my name ain’t gonna make it’s self

And this game ain’t gonna rape itself

Check it, yo

(Guess who’s back)

Now let me see somebody in the crowd start swinging

Look around pick the first group of punks who aren’t singing

If it ain’t 40% I ain’t drinking

If it ain’t pussy I ain’t linking, I ain’t smoking if it ain’t stinking

I stay faded, buzzing like you’re intercom

I bet you thought I been and gone but I’m back jamming

I’m still fucked like the love life of Max Branning

Bare back stabbing cats wish I catch a rap banning

Yeah, as if would I deprive addicts?

Of highly contagious live defies madness

Fuck that, I get a SM58 clutch that

Spark off rhymes like severe government cut backs

Faggots telling me to chill like it’s just rap

That’s like telling Jack Torrance to be Just Jack

Like tryna start armageddon with a rucksack

Full of fire crackers, they’ve been begging me to come back

Honey I’m home wipe the stars out your eyes

Fix me breakfast and pass back the mic

I got a long day aheada me

My name ain’t gonna make it’s self

And this game ain’t gonna rape itself

I said, Honey I’m home wipe the stars out your eyes

Fix me breakfast and pass back the mic

I got a long day aheada me

Yo my name ain’t gonna make it’s self

And this game ain’t gonna rape itself