Lonely

Aye
Yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yuh aye, yuh aye, aye

The horizon
I confide in
Running silent
Became violent
Light the fire
Ill ignite it
The flame is rising
Yeah its rising
No escape I don't like it
Raise the stakes
You stay blinded
By the game
Where your piece at
Where the smoke
Where the weed at
Intoxicate till im sick
Fuck a fake
I need bliss yeah
Ice cold
Like my wrist
Pint cold
Time to sip yeah
Pinecone
Like I'm fresh
Smoking og
Till the death
How I'm coping
With the rest
Let me rest
Let me chill
Smoke the kill
Cause it murder
All my brain cells
I done fell
Felt how the pain felt
I ain't well
Till I'm paid huh
How it works
I been in the works
Since the age of 13
Rocking dirty shirts
Dirty shoes
Broke the rules
It didn't hurt
Watching all the snakes
in the grass
Why they lurk
Searching for a better view
Instead of theirs
See it's rare to see who really cares about you
When you're down
They want the chair
So I treat em like they ain't even there
Just a ghost
Hung up on the pole
Don't say a word
Like you woke up from a dream
That seemed to blur
Sometimes you don't feel a thing with the curse
Most days
Were the worst days and I'm
Not a phase
It's a maze
Not a case
Its the chase
That I want more
So I have been staying in my lane
But I'm switching up the game
Never fall short
Of where I need to be
Where I need to cause war
Feel like nothing's going to change
In the long run
So I'm jogging
You be hoping that catch up
So I'm jugging
Trying to run that fucken bag up

All up in the bag man its been a cool minute
Everyday rapping yea hold up I ain't finished
Learn to make love
Now you calling me the villain
But its hard to get mad
When you ain't really gotta ceiling
Its hard to be glad
When you ain't really got no feelings
Its hard to be sad
When the money come from dealing
Its hard to have a laugh
When you caught up in there dreaming
All about the things
That you couldn't get from stealing
Loyalty couldn't trust a bitch who with me
It really be
All you fellas acting silly
Could it be
I'm on my own with real me
We gon see
If I die alone with these feelings
Lil dead voices yea they tell me go get it
Got the lil grip what you talking bout
Tuck it up
They looking for my soul make bank if they sell it
But I wont let em when I get im ima tell em run it up
Pistol pack it never lacking
You better gun em up
I ain't never run from shit
The devil throwing up
I ain't never run from shit
The devil throwing up
(Yea, nah)
Living in my hell got a different Version
Its Cursing working
Got these lil bitches lurking perking
Eyes on me in the suburban jerking
Gotta put my worth in
Everybody's head be curving turning
I ain't that perfect i'm certainly hurting
I ain't that perfect i'm certainly hurting