"From" lyrics

I wanna buy a dog so I won't have to walk alone anymore
Clothes all on the floor, still hit the store to go get some more
And it ain't even been home in 'bout a decade or a lifetime
Seen the whole world, still ain't heard a word from you, and that's fine
Giving it time, letting the weeds grow like my fruit trees or dinero
Got hit by an arrow, keep my hair long 'cause you like that
On the bridge and it's loud here, I can't hear shit, I'll hit you right back
You always keep a bad bitch with a nice rack, and her ass fat, I don't like that

Peace of mind
Search for a sign
Placing expectations on me
From you

Riding 'round in a trench coat, Brooklyn's full of cornballs
No, I don't mean the natives, I be on the same shit
Just spent a twenty on a flat white, life's good, it don't feel right
Popping tags on 'em Louis bags, is it anything I can't have? Like
I don't know how to cook, you overlook me
My schedule's still booked, trick myself into getting up
Means something real sad about me that I'd even want love from you

Peace of mind
Search for a sign
Placing expectations on me
From you

Where you from? Can we got there?
I wanna know how you grewed up
Well, why you act so fucked up? was it drug addicts in the cut, cut cut?
Cut my hair 'cause I hate you, I don't want part no more
This the part where I don't care, you was never even really there
So, how you got me in my bedroom sitting here with a blank stare? Like

Peace of mind
Search for a sign
Placing expectations on me
From you