Solo
I want the money in my hands
I want bands baby
Cartier lens AMG benz baby
Drip the paint like hova and 'ye baby
94 Dior baby, couture baby
Not the dollar store baby
Momma always told me what's mine is yours baby
Grab the black card and hit the finest stores baby
(Low, so low, no one is around and I'm getting stoned)
I love me the perks, I love me the drank, I love me the xans
I love goin to bed
I be drinking I be smoking I be popping perkies
(Ooh, and I'm feeling solo)
I be smoking I be drinking I be popping perkies
(Ooh, and I'm feeling so low, feel it in my bones)
Once you fall out it ain't no swimming back
No lifeguards, only whitecaps
When you falling out it ain't no coming back
I've been lost for years gotta find my map
Get out my face, whoa
I'm on my own, floating along
You like a drone, back in the day
I was outsmarting villains like
"Come here, I'm home alone."
But I wasn't home alone
I was gone, all on my own
Chauffeured in limos
Sipping on pinot
Now that I'm grown
Champagne and Tito
Low (solo)
Play a little jazz and some rock and roll
Low (solo)
I never really had a home
But I can feel the rhythm anywhere I go
Low, solo, solo
Low low low low low low low
Low low low low low low
Low low low low low low
Low low low low low
And I'm feeling so low, solo
And I'm feeling so low, solo
And I'm feeling so low, solo
No one is around and I'm getting stoned
And I'm feeling solo
I want bands baby
Cartier lens AMG benz baby
Drip the paint like hova and 'ye baby
94 Dior baby, couture baby
Not the dollar store baby
Momma always told me what's mine is yours baby
Grab the black card and hit the finest stores baby
(Low, so low, no one is around and I'm getting stoned)
I love me the perks, I love me the drank, I love me the xans
I love goin to bed
I be drinking I be smoking I be popping perkies
(Ooh, and I'm feeling solo)
I be smoking I be drinking I be popping perkies
(Ooh, and I'm feeling so low, feel it in my bones)
Once you fall out it ain't no swimming back
No lifeguards, only whitecaps
When you falling out it ain't no coming back
I've been lost for years gotta find my map
Get out my face, whoa
I'm on my own, floating along
You like a drone, back in the day
I was outsmarting villains like
"Come here, I'm home alone."
But I wasn't home alone
I was gone, all on my own
Chauffeured in limos
Sipping on pinot
Now that I'm grown
Champagne and Tito
Low (solo)
Play a little jazz and some rock and roll
Low (solo)
I never really had a home
But I can feel the rhythm anywhere I go
Low, solo, solo
Low low low low low low low
Low low low low low low
Low low low low low low
Low low low low low
And I'm feeling so low, solo
And I'm feeling so low, solo
And I'm feeling so low, solo
No one is around and I'm getting stoned
And I'm feeling solo
Credits
Writer(s): Steven Haller
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