(Brody) '87 Benz, I just sit back, I hit the gas Ride through the wasteland, broken down buildings and piles of trash I moved as far away as I could to get away from the past I'm just a scavenger looking for copper and metal to scrap And I don't wanna be that, but I don't wanna be that Pack up my bags like, "Don't worry, I'ma be back" Can't find no home, I can't find anywhere that I wanna be at Home's where the heart is But I'm fucking heartless so that don't mean jack Kill my throat from all this nicotine and vapor I inhale I never used to but this stress got me not doing well Work so much but this self motivation, it can be hell I roll my mary and I just put myself up in a spell My weak brittle bones, I need phosphorus I just need some love, but I can't foster it And I do what I love, but I just lost the bliss They only show the love when it's posthumous Tell me what it means Tell me what it means Tell me your train of thought when you shut yourself off from me Save it, please don't talk to me Please don't talk to me I don't know what it was but something's been off with me And I don't wanna be that, but I don't wanna be that Pack up my bags like, "Don't worry, I'ma be back" Can't find no home, I can't find anywhere that I wanna be at Home's where the heart is But I'm fucking heartless so that don't mean jack