Lyrics Lonely - Tank, Chris Brown

Lonely

I brought hoes
I did that
Walked up in this mother fucker like the kid back
You see the ice, you see the range
Truth is I’m just doing this to cover up the pain
She left me, for good reason
I disrespected home, you can call it treason
I’m in bleeding ones what my heart in leaking
Don’t walk with it tonight I think I’ll be cheatin
I told my waitress keep them bottles coming women all around me
I’ve been single for two or three weeks now, but who’s counting
Already replaced you with a new girl, new girl
She don’t do for me the things you do, girl
I’m still lonely, I’m still lonely
I’m steady tryin' to replace you with a new girl
In the end the only one I need is you girl
I’m still
Thinking bout you,
Girl I’m thinking bout you,
Thinking bout you, damn I’m thinking bout you (yup),
All these new girls, they ain’t you girl
Thinking bout you I’ll be damned, I’m thinking bout you yeah
So many shots, just kill me now
But honey shed these tears of a fucking cloud
My heart is racing, could be the model
Or the fact that she up in here lookin good without me
Look at them bottles them red bottoms who was sponsor dat
I’m gonna speak and try to make peace but look at this damn crowd
Look at this damn crowd, look at this damn crowd!
Yeah, it’s popping but if you with it we can leave now.
I told my waitress keep them bottles coming women all around me
I’ve been single for two or three weeks now but who’s counting
Already replaced you with a new girl, new girl
She don’t do for me the things you do girl
I’m still lonely, I’m still lonely
I’m steady tryin' to replace you with a new girl
In the end the only one I need is you girl
I’m still
Thinking bout you,
Damn I’m thinking 'bout you,
Thinking bout you, got a nigga thinking bout you, yeah
All these new girls, they not you girl
Thinking bout you, I’ll be damned I’m thinking bout you yeah.
Nigga off in this club, got a hundred girls in my VIP
I bet all of them wanna fuck
But only your ass can get to me
I’m throwing up this money, hella money spent
This fake ass nigga on that funny shit
I’m a get this on your level since you wanna trip
I’m a give a new girl the dick as your punishment
Now I’m back up in this club
With my shirt off and my chain on
And I’m looking looking her booty
Got that bomb shit on this Tank song
No matter how many girls wanna do me
I just want you back in my range rover
On the road, no clothes, on the pole, game over
I told my waitress to keep the bottles coming women all around me
It’s so many pretty ladies and nigga stop counting
I said already replaced you with a new girl
Yeah she don’t do for me the things you do girl.
I’m still lonely, I’m still lonely
I’m steady tryin to replace you with a new girl
In the end the only one I need is you girl
I said, thinking bout you,
Damn, I’m thinking bout you,
Thinking bout you, got a nigga thinking bout you, yeah
All these new girls, they’re not you girl
Thinking bout you I’ll be damned I’m thinking bout you, yeah
Still lonely, I’m still lonely
New girl, bottles poppin, fast life
I’m still lonely, alone