Victony & Shorae Moore – Way Home Lyrics

Way Home Lyrics by Victony & Shorae Moore

This the type of song that I sing
Song that I sing when I do my meditation
Tryna right my wrong, shey you see
It’s some dark memories when I wish I could erase some

Do some damage to my lungs and my kidney
Side effects as I dey do my medication, ay
Dem don’t know where I come from
Dem no fit understand what I’m made of

I was seventeen with a dream
Now I’m feeling like a slave to the dream I’ve been chasing
I put iron for my head, armor for my chest
I dey sing dey been think say na play play something
Dem go tell me bon appetit
When they want me on a verse I go chop am no remains ah
Dem don’t know where I come from
Dem no fit understand what I’m made of

No oh oh oh oh oh oh
I know that I ain’t perfect
Sometimes when I dey mezze
I dey judge myself no mercy
No oh oh oh oh oh oh
They know that I’ve been working
And I dey try to count my blessings
But I dey judge myself no mercy
(No mercy oh)

Sometimes I just wanna slow down (Slow down)
But then dey start to run again oh
(But then dey start to run again oh)
As you can see, I’ve been trying to find my way home
But no time for holiday oh
(Holiday oh oh)

Ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah
But then dey start to run again oh
Ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah

Making up excuses, tell you that I’m cooking
Tell you say I no fit off my apron
My baby see me as a cheat, tell me how she wan believe
How many times I go talk say na mistake
If I check my Twitter they compare me to Benson
Compare me to Rema, compare to Omah Lay
But they don’t know where I come from
Dem no fit understand what I’m made of

Okay, this one no be gist, I dey hear my name for streets
Say I’m leaving all the people that I came up with
Thank God say God no be man, cause if it was up to them
Then I swear dem go hang my elevator
Me sef na person pikin, so make una reason me
No dey ve say I no fit to feel the pain gan
I guess they don’t know where I come from
Dey no fit understand what I’m made of

No oh oh oh oh oh oh
I know that I ain’t perfect
Sometimes when I dey mezze
I dey judge myself no mercy
No oh oh oh oh oh oh
They know that I’ve been working
And I dey try to count my blessings
But I dey judge myself no mercy
(No mercy oh)

Ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah
But then dey start to run again oh
Ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah
But then dey start to run again oh

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