| Lonely
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| Never listen to niggas who try to control me
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| Reminiscing the times you would actually call me
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| And you’d tell me you love me, I need someone to hold me
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| Swear I’ve been acting crazy my nigga
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| Nothing faze me my nigga
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| I keep numb with the liquor
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| If I can taste my soul comin' out of my body, it’s bitter
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| I fill them to the point I can only see pain
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| I’m sick and tired of waiting to see if things change
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| Can’t love, hot, cold it’s a freeze frame
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| What used to feel like a massacre is a beasting
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| All the talks behind my back are getting lame
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| Proud of what I’ve accomplished but slowly becoming shamed
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| I’m limited to this brain
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| Even if you poppin' you limited to the games
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| I can’t trust a soul for the benefits that they claim
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| Trust another person with secrets is now insane
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| I wish that someone would pray
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| What about you, yeah
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| Said I’m so lost for solo
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| What about you, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, uh
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
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| Tellin' you I’m ready nigga if you ready, uh
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| I don’t feel no nervouses inside my belly, uh
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| Used to feel it in my like I went to Deli, uh
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| Body getting stronger but my heart is heavy, uh
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| Gotta keep a secret now these niggas jelly, uh
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| Murcing our position like a missionary, uh
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| Yeah, that’s it
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| Hah |