Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lonely, artist - Danny Brown. Album song Old, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 07.10.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Fool's Gold
Song language: English
Lonely |
| Hé bien peut-être l’oiseau |
| L’oiseau qui dormait en chacun de nous |
| S'élèvera |
| Hipster by heart but I can tell you how the streets feel |
| Everybody thirsty and they looking for a refill |
| If the gang eating, guns barking at your doggie bag |
| Get took out for your take out now you carry out |
| Murder by delivery, married at the paramount |
| I just coughed up a fair amount of niggas might air it out |
| Judge a book by cover so we never educated |
| It ain’t about races, poor and rich segregated |
| Just to get the bacon dawg, you gotta go HAM |
| Use to be lost 'til I found who I am |
| But it took the hook to eat the palm on my hands |
| Locked tryna get real creative with the spam |
| Locked in a jam cause a nigga serve butter |
| Just to get a little bread had to keep the mayo smothered |
| All I really wanted was to overdub my vocals |
| But no one ever thought that I would take it past local |
| High a’top a totem man somebody shoulda told 'em |
| That if money grow on trees being rich is dime a dozen |
| So I’m smoking by my lonely |
| By my goddamn self, I don’t need your help, homie |
| Cause don’t nobody really know me |
| Said nobody really know me |
| See that’s going on a limb |
| And I used to sell trees, and I used to rock Timbs |
| Radiohead shit, fiends with the Bends |
| Back when Granny used to tell me «Stay Out of In» |
| Letting the cold air out, tryna know my whereabouts |
| Gone for three days and nobody ever heard about |
| How I got these Jordans, but that ain’t too important |
| When I got a bitch pregnant and I’m stacking for abortion |
| And all I really wanted was to give myself a portion |
| Lit up off the Henny got a nigga self absorbing |
| Smoking on a bogie, no bud style, who can I trust now? |
| Lady snitch and got the whole block down |
| Now we gon' eat now, no rebound |
| When your boxed out, belly of the beast now |
| Now you got me feeling trapped and I can’t look back |
| When the road ahead is gold and the past is made of ash |
| And I’m going through the trash tryna find a little treasure |
| Living for the better tryna get myself together |
| So I’m smoking by my lonely |
| By my goddamn self, I don’t need your help, homie |
| Cause don’t nobody really know me |
| Said nobody really know me |