Solitude

Staying home alone in solitude
Man I'm in a fucked up mood
Man don't even improve on nothing I do
Man I don't know what to say
Everyday when I'm locked up in the stu
Man fuck
Man I'm stuck

But I gotta it figure out
No doubt fuck you bitch and your weak ass clout
I ain't nothing that you mothafucka's is about
Let me just scream and shout

When I'm all annoyed
Man I'm paranoid
Man I'm dealing with the shit
I can't avoid anymore
Rotten and forgotten at the mothafuckin' core

I don't know I'm coming live from the five one six the south fuckin' shore
Man I can't adore no more of a mothafuckin' whore
Man I'm too immature insecure about all the shit I've been through
But I'm just smoking so good what the fuck

Staying home alone in solitude
Man I gotta fucked up attitude
Don't seem to improve on my dream
What the fuck does it mean
When I'm smoking this green
And I'm counting up it
Man I don't even know
Man I can't make a profit
Man I'm feeling like I just need to fucking stop it

Fore I go too far
I don't even know
I wanna be a star
But I don't give a fuck about that shit
I'm here to set the bar
And go along with the mothafuckin' car

That I got on my grind
All the fucking time
On my mind
Is nothing but my mothafuckin' Mama
And the drama
And the trauma

That I've been through
Don't even know what to do
Man I'm fucked up sitting on my throne
Here all alone
In my fuckin' home
In the fuckin' burbs
Smoking on some herbs

Staying home alone in solitude
Man I gotta fucked up attitude
Don't seem to improve on my dream
In my life
Wrong or right
In the dark in the light

Man I don't even know
All alone on the mothafuckin' road to home
Just Rav Singh in this bitch
From the five to the one to the mothafuckin' six



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Writer(s): Raveendranath Singh
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