Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Honey Im Home, artist - Datkid, Baileys BrownDate of issue: 26.11.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Honey Im Home |
| 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 |