Looking Back Songtext
von Termanology

All alone, I stay in my room
Waiting for something, waiting for someone
To bring me out this misery
I call home, but it′s not their problem
I stare in the mirror, I'm looking back
I′m looking back, I'm looking back


Sitting in this room, playing on my Nintendo
Stomach rumbling 'cause my mother family been broke
She left me with my grandma, she schizophrenic and mental
And she smoked three packs and she ain′t open up the window
Struggling with asthma, one room apartment
Room full of smoke while grandma talked to the wall
And she would scream at the air, so everybody laughed
But I held her by the hand ′cause she was all that I had
And this was Lawrence, Mass, my toilet seat filled with napkins
'Cause it′s only one bathroom to share with the crackheads
Holes in the mattress, my clothes is disastrous
Hallway smelling like crack and burnt plastic
Even though this the past, the memory's still vivid
Getting kicked out of school and getting whipped in the kitchen
And none of this is fiction, different than false written
Just the autobiography of a man on a mission

All alone, I stay in my room
Waiting for something, waiting for someone
To bring me out this misery
I call home, but it′s not their problem
I stare in the mirror, I'm looking back
I′m looking back, I'm looking back


Thinking back to nine years old, I can remember
Flashbacks of this pimp-o beating my aunt Heather
Jeans and a small sweater, she creeped through the hall fed up
Looking to smoke a rock so she could feel all better
Now I'm all grown and more hungry than ever
More humble and clever, it′s all coming together
Been through the storm weather, consistent by all measures
But sick of the small cheddar, I′m here for the lost treasure
Tryna stay on my grind while praying all of the time
Each day I'm making the climb, but taking it as a sign
You′re only given one life, make it something divine
Have faith and take the design of Satan out of your mind
These snakes and fake friends know how to hate and pretend
That's why I got me some plans to save up hundreds of bands
Buy me some properties, some businesses and some land
And bust it down to my fam, I hustle hard as I can

All alone, I stay in my room
Waiting for something, waiting for someone
To bring me out this misery
I call home, but it′s not their problem
I stare in the mirror, I'm looking back
I′m looking back, I'm looking back