Be Alone

I don't wanna be alone

I don't wanna be alone

I don't wanna be alone

I don't wanna be alone

I don't wanna be alone

I don't wanna be alone

'Cause ya know, somewhere inside

I cannot find

The feeling I got from you

No, somewhere inside

I cannot find

The feeling I got from you, ho

Hard for a pitchfork, soft for a rockefeller

Music was my side chick, but now we're moving in together

Always felt misunderstood, I guess I have to tolerate

My swag jehovah witness, dude, it never take a holiday

Apc jeans, brown leather jacket on

Kitsuné cable knit, cardigan from rag & bone

Thick filipino chick, homemade bracelet

Her booty make her just a rapper, she ain't gotta say shit

I'm someone they admire

Set the game ablaze, I'm an arcade fire

Laughed at my rise like my motion was funny

Yes, ashy to classy, my lotion is money

The ride is easy when the dollar's there to grease the wheels

Now everybody tell me what to do and how to feel

It seems the more I try to connect with the world

I am feeling more alone than I ever have felt before

I wanna pick up the phone, ask my dad how to handle it

But what will happen when my dad's not there to answer it?

I try to clear my mind of thoughts that only slow me down

Like when these niggas call me "faggot" and "we homies now"

But we are not homies, I just keep you around

'Cause all your talkin' is the noise I need to kill the sound

Of all these voices tellin' me no one can help me out

We are alone I'm just the only one to figure out

You are the bestest, I will obey you

These words I wrote for you when you were fuckin' other dudes

The only thing I need from you now is some solitude

Actions over words, girls will be girls, that's all it proves

I used to be this guy sittin' with an open heart

Now my computer screen's the only place I feel a spark

I don't fuck with fake bitches except for when I fuck with fake bitches

Canon 5d to take pictures of these girls who wouldn't talk to me a year ago

49er chick askin' for money, she get zero, though

Here I go again talkin' money, women, and clothes, and cars, right?

You could switch all of my words out with plies', right?

People sayin' we're the same, please, come from under me

We are just some rappers, got no luxury of subtlety

No subjects when we're rappin', we say it like we hear it

I put it on a track and I hope you get the spirit 'cause