[Sampling] Are you alone? No ones out here Are you alone? No ones out here
[Verse 1] Same day, started as the last one Nothings changed, kinda hopin its a fast one Now my mates man I hardly ever see 'em I know they feel I changed but I'm feeling like I'm dreaming Now when we drink up, we reminisce and laugh I'm feeling bad I'm out it but they still stuck in the raw Weighing drugs on a scale just to pay bills, Plus the boys doing time, how do they feel No matter what, I am stuck in the gutter Money can't change shit, its my brain motherfucker If I had enough bills, I'd get all the crew fed But I gotta feed my fam and remember you said You had my back while I'm needing the support Try and move but I crash, plus I'm fiending just to talk Nobody wanna listen so I'm walking these dead streets Feeling like the only thing that knows is a NEBS beat What the fuck you thinking cause I got fans now That I don't need your help, fuck I'm putting the pen down Wait I can't do that, cause thats the shit right This the medicine thats gonna save a kids life But I talk about drugs, so now I'm no good Show your parents what the fuck around your own hood Then maybe just maybe you'll fucking understand why And hate me but rate me and the exact same time, cause I
[Hook x2] Feel alone like there's nowhere to go, I try to Find a home but I'm back on the road, another Mate rang but I missed the call, So you can use your fucking brain but you ain't thinking at all And yeah I
[Verse 2] I could be drug fucked, that would make sense You try to hold the weight I'm holding it would break legs Cones that I've packed, every tab that Ive popped On the phone to my dad, but he don't know that I'm lost Cause I play it all good, no one needs to know shit Don't know if I should, don't know why I wrote this Feeling so confused, why the fans showing love Why I'm writing shit like this, does it mean I'm growing up If thats the fucking case I'd rather feeling like a kid again When we was running mucks I probably had them people listening Now a days, its not the same, or tell me is this what the fame is doing to my brain I've gone insane I need a doctor mate I got a lot at stake, I gotta stop it aye, they tell me drop the pills I end up fucking popping eight I got my girl and thank fuck for that, I love her need her cause I'm losing all my trust in rap Plus she found my fucking stash and she flushed it down the toilet Next day I went and scored, don't talk about it, I avoid it Where to go, what to do cause I'm lost what Now these haters gonna use it as a soft spot But whats not to say that you is not the same Somehow I'm in my right mind but I lost my brain Thats my heart sitting served up on the paper I fucked up and saved nothing for laterTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
