Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Alone In My Head, artist - Burden. Date of issue: 20.05.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Alone In My Head |
| Alone in my head, alone in real life cuz my homies are dead |
| My brodie come home and I throw him some bread |
| They can’t endeavor the shit that I been through when I used to sleep on the |
| floor in the shed |
| I was in jail thinking my life was just set up to fail |
| Think I’m the only one keepin it real |
| Don’t keep that shit in, let me know how you feel |
| Imma just deal with the pressures of life, the depression feel like I got |
| weight on my back |
| Hard to get sleep when your enmies creepin and watchin for police when you |
| chasin thm racks |
| I tell the Devil get off me whenever he cross me, I promise the lord got my soul |
| I got a problem with not lettin go, of things in the past and the things that |
| are gone |
| I used to drown in Patron, I was at the bottom of the liquor bottle way too |
| often |
| Too late for talkin, don’t need these mother fuckers in my life, nah |
| That’s the way I’m rockin, that’s real |
| Ya’ll want the smoke? |
| Well let me know the deal |
| Imma just ride til this bitch got no wheels |
| Homicide in my eyes, the shit that I’m scarred from never could heal |
| I could count my blessings, I could feel the evil that be all in my presence |
| Where were these people when I was doing my sentence? |
| Now I’m known as the mother fuckin menace |
| They hate when I get it but even more when I spend it |
| I just wanna win some, I done lost back to back to back to back again |
| And I ain’t going out like that, or maybe I’m just bein punished for my sins |
| Who will I offend next? |
| Try to live a grand card on life, 10x |
| That can never happen on the Xanax |
| Locked up dawg, ain’t nobody write my at the Annex. |
| Nah |
| Bitch stop playin with a beast, I eats… Better yet, I feast |
| Far from a rap when I’m after the cheese |
| Don’t like how she act? |
| Throw her back to the streets, «Peace!» |
| Hustle boulevard tactics, a whole lifetime full of practice |
| Money stuffed in the mattress, I rebel with a passion |
| How I find time for fashion? |
| They got high hopes of catchin me lackin, y’all come in this bitch and I’m |
| blastin |
| I’m gone take respect, I’m not askin |
| Live through so much shit that y’all haven’t |
| Alone in my head, alone in real life cuz my homies are dead |
| My brodie come home and I throw him some bread |
| They can’t endeavor the shit that I been through when I used to sleep on the |
| floor in the shed |
| I was in jail thinking my life was just set up to fail |
| Think I’m the only one keepin it real |
| Don’t keep that shit in, let me know how you feel |
| Imma just deal with the pressures of life, the depression feel like I got |
| weight on my back |
| Hard to get sleep when your enemies creepin and watchin for police when you |
| chasin them racks |
| I tell the Devil get off me whenever he cross me, I promise the lord got my soul |
| I got a problem with not lettin go, of things in the past and the things that |
| are gone |