[Producer Tag] [Sampled Female Vocals] Damn Sync. [Intro] [Female Vocals Sample] (Phew, phew) (Yeah, look) (Cold, man… ayy) They say home is where the heart is, guess I’m homeless then, 'Cause there’s a cavern in my chest where the soul had been. Sippin' dark liquid, let the bitter swallow in, Called it "Sweet Home", but I'm livin' in a house of sin. [Verse 1] Bad B in the duvet, skin like porcelain, She don't love Viktor, she just love the lifestyle I'm origin' Wants the credit card swipin' till the limit bends, I give her dick and a driver, then I count my Ns. Self-aware bastard, yeah I know my flaws, I put a padlock on my feelin's, never open doors. Got a couple million sittin' on the marble floors, While I'm starin' at the ceiling wonderin' what it's for. I used to dream about the riches when the fridge was bare, Now I’m eatin' wagyu beef, but ain't no spirit there. Bought a penthouse view just to watch the rain, Ain't no sugar in the pot that can sweeten this pain. [Chorus] Sweet home, but the house ain't got no soul in it (Nah) Stack of blue notes, but I’m feelin' cold in it (Phew) She wanna stay the night, wanna get cozy in it I tell her "take the P's, leave the bed, I’m rottin' in it" Sweet home, yeah, sweet home (Sweet home) Countin' up a hundred bags all on my own (All alone) Sweet home, yeah, sweet home Can't no woman fix a heart that turned to stone. [Verse 2] Look— I got a bad habit of turnin' pure love into leverage, She brought her heart to the table, I just poured a beverage. Told me "open up to me", I opened up her legs instead, Paranoid thoughts keepin' loaded iron by the bed. She want the Gucci and the Prada, want the foreign trips, I want a moment where my brain ain't on some demonic shifts. Money buy the peace of mind? B*tch, that's cap, I made a fortune off music. Now, the bank account heavy too, She said "You change like the weather," well, the sky ain't blue. I’m a product of the environment, a product of the greed, Give a girl a thousand pounds when it’s quietness I need. Lying in the king-size, watchin' how she sleep, Knowin' if the bags ran out, she wouldn't keep. Ain't no loyalty in beauty when the cash is dry, So I keep the vault locked till the day I die. [Chorus] Sweet home, but the house ain't got no soul in it (Nah) Stack of blue notes, but I’m feelin' cold in it (Phew) She wanna stay the night, wanna get cozy in it I tell her "take the P's, leave the bed, I’m rottin' in it" Sweet home, yeah, sweet home (Sweet home) Countin' up a hundred bags all on my own (All alone) Sweet home, yeah, sweet home Can't no woman fix a heart that turned to stone.
