Lyrics Flown Home - Blue Franklin

Flown Home

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