Alone
I came from a place called home
Where the people in the city don't grow
Where no matter what you do
Even what you been through
Don't matter to the people like you
But you gotta keep your head up
Even when you fed up
Talking to the people like you
Can't talk to a brother like you
Always seem like you ain't got nothing to do
You'd rather be alone (yeah yeah)
I know you wanna be alone (yeah yeah)
It's two months gone
You holding on
Broken hearted
You can't move on
In the city tryna find your soul
Constipated you feeling broke
Popping all the percs with all them niggas in the backstreet
Tryna get off the overthinking if you ask me
Fumbling the bag just tryna get off from the bad feels
Always feeling broken when you try to open
You back in the city with your friends
Fucked up on the percs so faded
Smoke weed and relax
Life's not easy
Tryna live easy
Tryna get faded
Stay close to the people you believe in
The real ones who's tryna make it easy
The phone is ringing it keeps on beeping
Tryna catch a feeling but you stuck on thinking
You'd rather be alone (yeah yeah)
I know you wanna be alone (yeah yeah)
I came from a place called home
Where the people in the city don't grow
Where no matter what you do
Even what you been through
Don't matter to the people like you
But you gotta keep your head up
Even when you fed up
Talking to the people like you
Can't talk to a brother like you
Always seem like you ain't got nothing to do
You'd rather be alone (yeah yeah)
I know you wanna be alone (yeah yeah)
Eyo dapps run it back
Where the people in the city don't grow
Where no matter what you do
Even what you been through
Don't matter to the people like you
But you gotta keep your head up
Even when you fed up
Talking to the people like you
Can't talk to a brother like you
Always seem like you ain't got nothing to do
You'd rather be alone (yeah yeah)
I know you wanna be alone (yeah yeah)
It's two months gone
You holding on
Broken hearted
You can't move on
In the city tryna find your soul
Constipated you feeling broke
Popping all the percs with all them niggas in the backstreet
Tryna get off the overthinking if you ask me
Fumbling the bag just tryna get off from the bad feels
Always feeling broken when you try to open
You back in the city with your friends
Fucked up on the percs so faded
Smoke weed and relax
Life's not easy
Tryna live easy
Tryna get faded
Stay close to the people you believe in
The real ones who's tryna make it easy
The phone is ringing it keeps on beeping
Tryna catch a feeling but you stuck on thinking
You'd rather be alone (yeah yeah)
I know you wanna be alone (yeah yeah)
I came from a place called home
Where the people in the city don't grow
Where no matter what you do
Even what you been through
Don't matter to the people like you
But you gotta keep your head up
Even when you fed up
Talking to the people like you
Can't talk to a brother like you
Always seem like you ain't got nothing to do
You'd rather be alone (yeah yeah)
I know you wanna be alone (yeah yeah)
Eyo dapps run it back
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Writer(s): Ogaga Douglas
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