ME & THE HOMIES AT IKEA ft. CHRIS BEADLE Lyrics

My mattress is padded and my room got darker I'm carving through every discussion we had

And my phone for thought got me starving

I'm doing lines off her in my apartment

I'm hiding letters between some compartments yeah

My mattress is passing off as a bed

I don't got frames, I just got a pillow

Maybe move out, let me check out that Zillow

I need a basement so I can be below

And justifiably stay in the ground

I'm not a rapper who's made for the mainstream

I just want money, stability

Homies got different ideas and my brother got different ideas

And I have to do what I want to

I should head out to IKEA

I need to make my house less of a dungeon

Maybe I'll see change when that happens

I'm back to backwards was moving forward but I stayed after

That's the reason why I wanted to leave

Never come over, I try to get posters

And fix all the walls that are empty and bland

Maybe a table with magenta coasters

Sipping some wine and I'm kissing your hand

Sit by the fire, talk about desires

Hearing your words, you know the liars that I'm trying to purge

It's a long night but I'm trying to learn, fuck

It's a long night but I'm trying to learn, mm, okay

Yeah, soft words when you left

Not like you left me but I have to learn how to stand on my feet

And it's a season where it's been dark by five, sharp insides

I'm trying to, I'm trying to keep the faith

And learn to be humble cause I ain't been humble

But I just put seven dollars in my gas tank

I love the way you have faith in me cause I don't really have faith in me

And part of me wants happy endings examples around me ain't showing me

I love the way you have faith and I can't keep track of your faces

And I don't have furniture that you can stay on

Cause my apartment is empty, yeah

I love the way you have faith in me Cause I don't really have faith in me

And part of me wants happy endings Examples around me ain't showing me

I love the way you have faith And I can't keep track of your faces

And I don't have furniture that you can stay on Cause my apartment is empty, yeah

I need somebody to show me Jesus I need a light that'll tear me to pieces

Breaking me down and just building me up Cause lately I'm feeling I'm never enough

I know a place that is better than this

No gas, no tank, no whip, no sin

You'll get the faith you need one day so promise me you'll never throw it away

I need somebody to show me Jesus I need a light that'll tear me to pieces

Breaking me down and just building me up Cause lately I'm feeling I'm never enough

I know a place that is better than this

No gas, no tank, no whip, no sin

You'll get the faith you need one day so promise me you'll never throw it away

Yo Jonah, what's good? This is Masongo Ogora

Honestly, I take a lot of pictures every time I go outside

And, you know, I still have pictures from memories consisting of family events

Just random off-the-cuff shots from my time in Maryland growing up

And honestly, all these things just remind me to always take in the moment

To always appreciate every single time we wake up, we're looking at something

Because it allows me to just genuinely appreciate living, I think

So that's what pictures usually mean to me