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Still Alone (feat. Suburb Romeo, SayShoe & Tuesday) - Single
Still Alone
I got something
I got something in my nose, and it might be
I got something in my nose, and it might be blow
And I know that I'll be fine, but I can still hope
The party's pretty slow, three bitches in a row
They all on their phones, and I'm still alone
I got something in my nose
I got nothing in my soul
Yeah three bitches in a row
Dropped a Tesla in my coke
I'm just trying to make some dough
Try to stay awake for the show
I am not the same guy, no
No I died long time ago
Hop into the whip and go
3 am time for a drive
Need to pick up the tempo
Hit 210 to feel alive
Push to start I cannot stop
No I don't take advice
Trying to make it to the top
Hope i make it through the night
I got something in my nose, and it might be blow
And I know that I'll be fine, but I can still hope
The party's pretty slow, three bitches in a row
They all on their phones, and I'm still alone
All alone, I'm all alone
Can't find nowhere to call home
Falling down, I'm falling down
Nowhere to run, no way out
I can't sleep I'm on the moon
It'll be all over soon
I'll be gone by afternoon
Hope these drugs will heal my wounds
I don't wanna be here on this earth
My soul, existence, that shit hurts
I don't even know my own damn worth
Might just drown the pain with percs
I got something in my nose, and it might be
I got something in my nose, and it might be blow
And I know that I'll be fine, but I can still hope
The party's pretty slow, three bitches in a row
They all on their phones, and I'm still alone
I got something in my nose
I got nothing in my soul
Yeah three bitches in a row
Dropped a Tesla in my coke
I'm just trying to make some dough
Try to stay awake for the show
I am not the same guy, no
No I died long time ago
Hop into the whip and go
3 am time for a drive
Need to pick up the tempo
Hit 210 to feel alive
Push to start I cannot stop
No I don't take advice
Trying to make it to the top
Hope i make it through the night
I got something in my nose, and it might be blow
And I know that I'll be fine, but I can still hope
The party's pretty slow, three bitches in a row
They all on their phones, and I'm still alone
All alone, I'm all alone
Can't find nowhere to call home
Falling down, I'm falling down
Nowhere to run, no way out
I can't sleep I'm on the moon
It'll be all over soon
I'll be gone by afternoon
Hope these drugs will heal my wounds
I don't wanna be here on this earth
My soul, existence, that shit hurts
I don't even know my own damn worth
Might just drown the pain with percs
Credits
Writer(s): Samuel Farone
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