Own

Dreams on my arm
That flight
What I'm tryna take to my next life
Where I see meekest going far
That's right
I ain't tryna stop til I top like stalactites
Really tryna be with the sun
That high
Birds in the sky really seem so alive with the wind in their wings and a gleam in their eye
Came through lookin for myself
I dress with a taste keep the pain on my belt
Please never mind all the thangs on my shelf
I throw a couple shows so I'm great with the wealth
I do what I do for the rejects
I'm great with the tunes need the respect son
I'm comin soon yellin me next
I'm birthin these gems need a c-section
I don't really know what it once was
But I caught myself with the reception
Now I'm tryna eat til the feast is done
And I really can't quit til it's peaked in fun
But it's all good
Lately I've been workin I been writin like a winne
Twenty two-zero bout warm this winter
When this project drops there is no reaching the boy
No matter how far you may reach you can't compete with the boy
You cannot feature the boy if I ain't know you in a past light
Life comin fast right
This a little more than a pastime
Tryna grab mine when the sign flash right

On my on my on my on my own
I can't make it on my own
I can't stand to be alone I can't make it by my lonesome
I can't stand to be alone
I can't make it on my own
On my on my on my on my own
I can't make it on my own
I can't stand to be alone I can't make it by my lonesome
I can't make it on my own
I can't make it on my own

Nah I can't nah I can't make it on my own
Nah I can't nah I can't make it on my own
Nah I can't nah I can't make it on my own



Credits
Writer(s): Donovan Bogney
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