I don't think I'm going home
It don't matter if I'm alone
Might find a body up the stairs
I'll scream "where are your repairs"
Break down my door
You cut yourself with it
Damn, he's feeling vicious
Damn, another Christmas
Bleed on this floor
You mix my tears with it
Damn, I made a mess
Damn, no time to stress
Bow down, brother
If you really want to live
Right in this house
You gotta do all that he says
Or else he'll tip and
I had dreams of waking up
To him just standing over me
With a knife in hand, screaming "I need money"
Woke right up to it,
With a heart-rate moving
And I freeze like-
Hey man, you have it all
A decade orchestrated to fall, man
Someday, gon' be alone
I'll say, "please atone"
Your eyes are cold
Your bodies afraid
So what in the world is
Gonna make you change
I don't think I'm going home
It don't matter if I'm alone
Might find a body up the stairs
I'll scream "where are your repairs"