Sylvan LaCue - Farley's (Interlude) lyrics

Um, hi, we'll do two iced lattes to go, please Baby couches and photo futons Mama's cooking, I swear with the biggest coupons Way too many flights, am I afraid to track all the mileage? Outta Oakland hopin' then she don't ask me to break the silence Truth is, it's been months since I've seen my family No way around it I've been praying for peace of mind and in a way I found it Missed calls keep piling I got a budget that's 7 grand if I plan to balance The lifestyle's of an artist caught in the in between Just enough to get you close for you to taste your dreams You wake up early in someone's house that you met over Twitter replies and mutual friends in Los Angeles All I hear is stories and fairytales about rappers who supposed to blow up and on the rise The closest point is it's hard to shift through the truth and lies Opinions coming from n***as who barely get the picture sh** I sorta wonder like What would I done if I stayed in Miami? And never signed with Visionary, took care of my family Label me as conservations, too many "Keep in touch and we'll see what happens" sh**, by that time I could give two f**s about what they asking Only a couple n***as goin' platinum I've been traveling way too much to be out of action But I can't end up like so and so Well, what's his name, who had that one song? I'm still refusing to play that game sh** f** it, I'd rather pay for newer lane Back and forth for myself about doing newer things A long way from the days with Dino in San Diego A mere mark couldn't [?] praying for the pesos n***as counting on me I can feel the pressure But I'm still inspired, never did I need a lecture Realities of a life of pain that will always get to ya You haven't seen your family in a while You've been out here, like, playing a rapper a little too long, you know? You know I love you And we'll find time to see each other, but I think it's time to go back home