Left Alone
I'm here sitting
I'm not her nigga, I can't miss her
I'm sipping
As this hard liquor hits my liver
I'm trippin
Over her, not on her
Cause that differs
I'm dying slow
But I might drive home to die quicker
I flicker
I'm done with this bar
So I'm standing
I lost full control of this mech
My mind's manning
I'm lost and I can't even think
My mind's stagnant
Expects me to deal with this mess
The cat dragged in
Yeah I'm a mess
Think it's best that I head home
Pain in my chest, say I'm cool
But I'm Dead Wrong
Just a few drops of the juice
And my head's gone
So I grab my keys and I leave
While my head's on
I ain't one to beg, but for her
I might plea a little
Say this isn't love
Well what is it?
Cause I need a little
Ain't no novocaine for this pain
That's for me to kill
Driving in the rain with this pain
That I need to feel
Man, I'm almost at my crib now
Appreciate this whip now
It gave me time to sit down
And I'm feelin' like I'm Vin Diesel as I drift now
It's easy just to think
But harder not to let it slip out
Entangled
Then she brought the pick out
This really makes me sick, ouch
But I can't let her know
And I got some information
I should not have let her known
But I swear I'll tell her more
Next time I get to hold her close, I
Made it to my house, I
Haven't changed my clothes
I just float around
When I get feeling like a ghost, and
Maybe in a minute
I'll be ringing up your phone
Cause I hate the way I get
Whenever I get left alone, shit
I'm not her nigga, I can't miss her
I'm sipping
As this hard liquor hits my liver
I'm trippin
Over her, not on her
Cause that differs
I'm dying slow
But I might drive home to die quicker
I flicker
I'm done with this bar
So I'm standing
I lost full control of this mech
My mind's manning
I'm lost and I can't even think
My mind's stagnant
Expects me to deal with this mess
The cat dragged in
Yeah I'm a mess
Think it's best that I head home
Pain in my chest, say I'm cool
But I'm Dead Wrong
Just a few drops of the juice
And my head's gone
So I grab my keys and I leave
While my head's on
I ain't one to beg, but for her
I might plea a little
Say this isn't love
Well what is it?
Cause I need a little
Ain't no novocaine for this pain
That's for me to kill
Driving in the rain with this pain
That I need to feel
Man, I'm almost at my crib now
Appreciate this whip now
It gave me time to sit down
And I'm feelin' like I'm Vin Diesel as I drift now
It's easy just to think
But harder not to let it slip out
Entangled
Then she brought the pick out
This really makes me sick, ouch
But I can't let her know
And I got some information
I should not have let her known
But I swear I'll tell her more
Next time I get to hold her close, I
Made it to my house, I
Haven't changed my clothes
I just float around
When I get feeling like a ghost, and
Maybe in a minute
I'll be ringing up your phone
Cause I hate the way I get
Whenever I get left alone, shit
Credits
Writer(s): Sean Ambrose
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