Sittin Alone
In a lonely place, how can you be so blind?
I'm still at home chillin', you know what I'm sayin'?
I be on my phone and shit, I be like, damn
I haven't hit the scene in a minute, my new lit is
The candles recently purchased that are perfectly scented
But the rush of bein' in the mix
Can't be cured binge-watchin' shit on Netflix
My new normal ain't normal at all
Scrollin' through my contacts like who can I call?
Now I'm on Instagram, damn, they havin' a ball
That was me, once upon a time
Back in my prime now I'm happy to fall
Fast asleep, sound of rain on repeat
Instead of countin' sheep
I'm countin' all the likes from the newest post
Then the toast with the Magnum bottles
Then the picture with the IG models
Wide awake, rockin' envy goggles
Wish I was there where the action at
Loud clubs, hot drinks and it's action-packed
Who am I foolin', worked too hard to do nuttin'
If I said I didn't miss it, I'd be frontin'
Go to sleep (Yup, yup, yup, yup)
I'm still in a lonely place, sittin' alone, alone
I'm still alone, I'm still alone
I'm still in a lonely place, sittin' alone, alone
I'm still alone, I'm still alone
My mans hit me up and said
"Tonight, dawg, we celebratin', my son is goin' to college"
I said, "Congratulations"
He said, "Nah, you don't get it, it's two graduations
Him from high school and me from child-support payments" (Blackness)
So happy 'cause his check no longer gettin' garnished
Then he texted me a flyer with these strippers on it
Wit' 8 different color type-faces written on it
I'm thinkin' to myself, "Damn, yo, this is a warning"
We get down, thinkin', "Damn yo, this shit is boring"
After 35, the club's a different kinda torment
Pretend to be excited, watchin' bitches Diddy Bop
When you would rather be at home watchin' Flip or Flop
I took a flick and then I posted on my IG, yeah
It looked good but it was all lies like Fyre Fest
Before you hang with anybody 25 or less
Stay your ass at home and keep it low
That's what I suggest (Yup, yup, yup, yup)
I'm still in a lonely place, sittin' alone, alone
I'm still alone, I'm still alone
I'm still in a lonely place, sittin' alone, alone
I'm still alone, I'm still alone
All these numbers and nobody to call
I just want someone to talk to tonight, yeah, tonight, yeah
Sing it for me!
All these numbers and nobody to call (Yeah)
I just want someone to talk to tonight, yeah, ooh, tonight, yeah
I'm still at home chillin', you know what I'm sayin'?
I be on my phone and shit, I be like, damn
I haven't hit the scene in a minute, my new lit is
The candles recently purchased that are perfectly scented
But the rush of bein' in the mix
Can't be cured binge-watchin' shit on Netflix
My new normal ain't normal at all
Scrollin' through my contacts like who can I call?
Now I'm on Instagram, damn, they havin' a ball
That was me, once upon a time
Back in my prime now I'm happy to fall
Fast asleep, sound of rain on repeat
Instead of countin' sheep
I'm countin' all the likes from the newest post
Then the toast with the Magnum bottles
Then the picture with the IG models
Wide awake, rockin' envy goggles
Wish I was there where the action at
Loud clubs, hot drinks and it's action-packed
Who am I foolin', worked too hard to do nuttin'
If I said I didn't miss it, I'd be frontin'
Go to sleep (Yup, yup, yup, yup)
I'm still in a lonely place, sittin' alone, alone
I'm still alone, I'm still alone
I'm still in a lonely place, sittin' alone, alone
I'm still alone, I'm still alone
My mans hit me up and said
"Tonight, dawg, we celebratin', my son is goin' to college"
I said, "Congratulations"
He said, "Nah, you don't get it, it's two graduations
Him from high school and me from child-support payments" (Blackness)
So happy 'cause his check no longer gettin' garnished
Then he texted me a flyer with these strippers on it
Wit' 8 different color type-faces written on it
I'm thinkin' to myself, "Damn, yo, this is a warning"
We get down, thinkin', "Damn yo, this shit is boring"
After 35, the club's a different kinda torment
Pretend to be excited, watchin' bitches Diddy Bop
When you would rather be at home watchin' Flip or Flop
I took a flick and then I posted on my IG, yeah
It looked good but it was all lies like Fyre Fest
Before you hang with anybody 25 or less
Stay your ass at home and keep it low
That's what I suggest (Yup, yup, yup, yup)
I'm still in a lonely place, sittin' alone, alone
I'm still alone, I'm still alone
I'm still in a lonely place, sittin' alone, alone
I'm still alone, I'm still alone
All these numbers and nobody to call
I just want someone to talk to tonight, yeah, tonight, yeah
Sing it for me!
All these numbers and nobody to call (Yeah)
I just want someone to talk to tonight, yeah, ooh, tonight, yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Bruce Malament, Thomas Louis Iii Jones, Norman Harris, Dominick J. Lamb, Phonte Lyshod Coleman, Robert Caldwell
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