Very Alone

(Ay, ay, ooh, ay, ay)

I may die alone
You may die with me
She get high with me
That thirty no ADD
That thirty okay with me
Fuck nigga no fade with me
Bae why play with me
I roll Js for free

Old bitch bi and new chick straight
And numbers don't lie you knew niggas fake
And I get baked, take my pain away
Gone take that rain away
I'm gone hit that stain today
Get too turnt off Tanqueray
Smoke that shit Mary Jane today
Cool white chick cocaine for play
Dip off quick switch lanes to stay
Hit don't miss my knees to pray (Ay)
I might move to Austin (Ay)
I may move to Boston (Ay)
She make move for profit (Ay)
She may choose but lost it (Ay)
I'm on this cruise I got one bitch one life to loose
An I may drown in all this booze
Say you down but who you foolin?
Stay around I miss this movement
Make new sounds and that's no music
Make new rounds I cop new Ksubi's
Take your crown and now I'm ruling
Say you a queen but got no servant
Pop this bean I got no purpose
Sip this lean but is it worth it?
Off two tabs in one Suburban
She take xans when she get nervous
I sip cans and I'm not perfect
I need bands but bitch you cursed it
Dashed I ran so pull them curtains
I need bands but bitch you cursed it
Dashed I ran so pull them curtains

I may die alone
You may die with me
She get high with me
That thirty no ADD
That thirty okay with me
Fuck nigga no fade with me
Bae why play with me
I roll Js for free

Everyone saying I better go get it
Spit better than anyone rappers pathetic
My subject will murder your predicate
I ain't a veteran but I been getting percentage
A hundred and ten I am giving
I'm grabbing the mic and I'm spittin' no written
I ball in the game I am Jordan no Pippen
They telling me hold up wait no intermission, I spit intuition
Bars are so biblical this not a Christian religion
I'm sipping no vino my bloods in the system I'm trippin'
Psilocybin be distorting the vision
Flows, I be switching
Change it up like four quarters I'm the quarterback Imma order that
Cop four more just to form a rack
Calculate the math like Pythagoras, I was born to rap
Putting CT on the map
C.O. double N.E.C.T.I. cut
Impregnate brains mind fuck
Sativa indica I puff
No waiting' Imma make my luck

(We made it ay, we made it)

I may die alone
You may die with me
She get high with me
That thirty no ADD
That thirty okay with me
Fuck nigga no fade with me
Bae why play with me
I roll Js for free (Ay)

I may die alone
You may die with me
She get high with me
That thirty no ADD
That thirty okay with me
Fuck nigga no fade with me
Bae why play with me
I roll Js for free (Ay)



Credits
Writer(s): Charles Close
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