Fucka

LAST TRAIN HOME

Verse 1
Last train home, I missed it again
Same excuse, different weekend
Ash on my jeans, guilt in my mouth
I say I’m fine, I’m lying it out

Keys don’t fit where I’m trying to stay
Every door feels rented, not mine anyway
I scroll past love like it’s not for me
I learned early how to let things leave

Hook
I don’t need saving, I need sleep
Too many ghosts I couldn’t keep
If I go quiet, don’t take it wrong
I’m just learning how to stay gone

Verse 2
We made promises drunk on hope
Sober mornings couldn’t cope
Your eyes said “stay,” your tone said “run”
I packed my flaws and chose the numb

White noise thoughts, blacked-out hours
I water pain, it fucking flowers
I know my name, I hate the sound
It reminds me who let me down

Bridge
Tried to grow, still feel small
Every prayer hits a brick wall
If this is healing, it’s slow as hell
I’m getting better at not feeling well

Hook
I don’t need saving, I need sleep
Too many ghosts I couldn’t keep
If I go quiet, don’t take it wrong
I’m just learning how to stay gone

Verse 3
Dad’s old rules still ride my back
Mom’s soft hope still cracks and cracks
I don’t blame them, I blame the gap
Between who I am and who I act

If I make it out, I won’t brag
I know the weight of the shit I dragged
This ain’t strength, it’s staying alive
One more night, one more try

Outro
Last train gone, streetlights hum
I made it here, but I’m still numb
If tomorrow asks where I’ve been
Tell it I tried… just didn’t win.[Intro]
And I'm
And I'm back
Back, back, back
And I'm on my grind
Back, back, back, back, bitches
Back, back, back, back, bitches

Verse
Yo, ayo, gun by my Side like Fado
Bout to pop, they mama under the halo
I don't stop baby boy, I'm a gallo
The kind of pot that brought pain to New Orleans
James Naismith, I can take the ballin'
Father was the man of the crib (uh), I had it all then
Ballin', now I'm stylin' on all them
I don't bite 'cause they filing down all them
Stay Fresh Prince, get Philly in the fall, man
If not, give me the pot, I'm RIP Ballman
That's a fast break and I'm calling the dogs in
'Cause I sell ticks when I'm ballin' at Boston
They do the dishes after served by a Bossman
Ripe under my arm pit, I hit often
If he was still here, he'd have to be proud of this
My records smacking harder than Chris
Black like a mon-kay
If it wasn't for that, I don't know if I lu-kit
If it wasn't for rap, I'd be ballin' it, okay
Mon-kay, mon-kay
If it wasn't for that, I'd be ballin' it, okay
If it wasn't for rap, I won't say it anyway

Chorus
Back, back, back, back
Back, back, back, back
And I'm back
Back, back, back, back
Back, back, back, back
And I'm
I'm
I'm back
Back, back, back, back, bitches
Back, back, back, back, bitches
I'm back
Back, back, back, back, bitches
Back, back, back, back, bitches

Verse 2
Yeah
Hotter than Mr. Freeze
My money trees haver mistery
Rest in peace to Biggie, Pac, and Mr. Cheeks
Michael King, Corey String, Jay Dee
Goddamn, son, I miss my peeps
Tryna stackin' fiscally means to gain weight
Practicing no lack of green in the state[Verse – Lyrical Flow with Emotional Build, “River” to “Lose Yourself” Cadence]

God’s got me guessin’, feet movin’ like confessionals,
Call up a priest — I’m stressin', these thoughts ain’t blessin's — they professional.
Got sins in my head I ain’t proud of, they loud enough
To make Moses split again just to drown ‘em up. (“Drown 'em up!”)
I’m askin’ for lessons, but heaven’s reception’s
Like dial-up — stuck in regression, I’m questionin’ blessings.
In the blue, no clue, got no direction —
Standin’ in line while the silence just deepens the tension. (“Tick-tick BOOM!”)

Got the sauce now, built from scratch in the lab —
This mic is my skillet, my skillet’s my pad.
I’m boilin’ my pain while the critics just laugh,
But JTagg laced the beat, now the gaslight’s back. (“FWOOSH!”)
Y’all trippin’ — I should be livid, you pivot? Never.
Three times you missed the message like it’s cursed forever.
You’ll never be the MJ to my Pippen – clever?
I’m the whole team and the coach in the pressure weather. (“Time out!”)

Funny how friends start shapeshiftin' in folds,
Like biblical scrolls — they unravel their soul.
You pick a side like you pick a scroll,
But they Judas-kiss, then dip like "yo, we still bros?" (“Nah.”)

Preserve your energy — y’all leakin’ too liberal,
Like cereal milk dried out — it’s pitiful.
Talkin’ in riddles, thinkin’ you mystical,
You just gas in a shell — artificial, digital. (“Zoom in.”)

You ain’t in my sights — not even peripheral,
Tryna flex imperial, but the fear is still visceral.
Respect’s not a throne you sit in to earn it,
It’s built through the ash when the bridges start burnin'. (🔥🔥🔥)

You got tricks? We got better spells to chant,
You spittin’ that “Nam vet” act like you fought in France.
Talkin’ like you got scars from the Somme and the Khan,
But you soft as a pawn in a global con. (“Checkmate.”)
You ain’t been bombed — just bored and wrong.
Like a fake vet in fatigues with a TikTok song.

[Skit-Hook – Comedic Paranoia, Slim Shady Voice]
🎙️ (Shady Voice)
“Yo, Marshall — the priest on line two again.
Says he’s got holy water, but it smells like gin.
You want me to bless it or drown in it?”
(click)
“Too late — already sinned.”
💥 [Gun cock, angelic harp clash]

Verse 2 :
I’m the glitch in your sermon, a priest with a burner,
Wrote my sins on a Ouija just to flip the cursor.
My therapist quit, said my metaphors sick,
Tried to rhyme “exorcist” with “existential crisis.” (“I did it tho.”)

God’s ghostin' me, Satan left me on read,
I prayed so hard I bent the Bible ‘til it bled.
Told the Pope to get bent — he said “Jesus wept,”
I said “He weepin’ ‘cause y’all taxed Him to death.” (“Facts.”)

I don’t confess — I freestyle to nuns,
Brought a rosary to court and said, “These my guns.”
I spit bars that burn like holy incense,
Each verse a crucifixion with a twisted intent.

I’m divine and deranged, scribblin’ bars in flames,
My halo's a saw blade — spin when I rage.
You seek grace? I baptize in blood and ink,
And turn communion wine into gin with a wink.

🎙️ [Verse 3 – Machine-gun cadence, Kamikaze delivery]I was born in a maze with a mic and a middle finger Umbilical cord wrapped tight — born a dead ringer For the Devil in disguise wearin’ Crocs and bling Talkin' ‘bout heaven while he copped my wings

I’m the glitch in your faith, the itch in your sermon Your priest got a burner and your shrink’s in a turban Confess on a beat — that’s my form of prayer While I piss on your doctrine from a folding chair

Holy ghostwriter, I ghostwrite ghosts So ahead of my time, I leave timezones toast Spit paradoxes in parables wrapped in flames Wrote a love song backwards — still cursed her name

Find your purpose? Nah, I forge it Etched on my skull with a verse and a chorus I’m the cipher of chaos, Messiah in mockery The cross they hung me on? I turned to property (Shady!)

🎶 [Final Hook – Choir with dark trap beat crescendo]
Hands up, hands up — say it with me now
Pawn shop halo, cracked stained glass, we still shout it out
No savior in sneakers, no script from God
Just a pen full of pain and a mic full of fraud

Hands up, hands up — let the whole room ring
Confession booth burnin’, but we still sing
No savior in sneakers, no script from God
Just a pen full of pain and a mic full of sob…

🎤 [Outro – Spoken word, River-style storytelling](You want a prayer?)

Here’s a lyric instead — Written in red ink and sweat on the edge of my bed. Tell your pastor this ain't his confession to hold. It’s Slim’s scripture — unholy and bold.🎤 [Hook – Female Vocal]
Ohhhhh ohhhhh, the light fades to dark
Ohhhh ohhhhh, I try to see the light inside my heart
The light inside of us, in God put our trust
But the pain don’t stop when you’re down in the dust
Ohhhh ohhhhh...

🔥 [Verse 1 – Eminem, fast lyrical cadence]
Couch-sittin’, thoughts slippin’ like wet fists in a vice grip
Knife tip twitchin’, visions glitchin’ in my psyche’s trip
Mentally marked up, spark shut down, can’t find a flick
Wishing for a match but I match with the fire I’m tryin' to ditch

They hit me with texts like “bro you good?”
But not once stop by like a real one should
Sayin’ “come hang,” but they never hang on
When I’m barely holdin' on by a thread that’s gone

Shout out to the real ones askin' daily
Not the fakes that flake when the winds get shaky
I ain’t here for the clout or the crown or the Grammy
I'm speakin’ for the ones who feel like they’re drowning in their family

My hand shakes, blade drops—can't face
What they’d say if I left this place
But the thought replays like a YouTube loop
Just static in the attic of my mental roof

This ain’t a flex, it’s a last resort
To press eject on a self-made war
I’m sorry for the nights I crashed
Came home late and let you down so fast

🎤 [Hook – Female Vocal]
Ohhhhh ohhhhh, the light fades to dark
Ohhhh ohhhhh, I try to see the light inside my heart
The light inside of us, in God put our trust
But the pain don’t stop when you’re down in the dust
Ohhhh ohhhhh...

⚡ [Verse 2 – Eminem, fast lyrical cadence]
Couple days back, bought smokes at the station
Same hands used to slap ‘em outta friends in frustration
Now I light ‘em up like bridges I burned
Guess I earned this turn where the lesson’s learned