On My Own
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On My Own
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I’m ready for the time of my life
Feel fine, oh I
That’s right I’m happy as hell, happy
If you see where I’ve been already
What’s the point of it all when your mom’s still alone
And your brother can’t pay for his own damn clothes
(Damn right) Your vision blurry
But it’s feeding drive, feeding my vibe
All of my lines are a part of my our life
So we still on the grind for certain
A little bit of dirt won’t hurt ya
On the way to the promised land
Back-pack strapped to my back
Just like my mom when she came from the motherland
Big dreams and a ton of plans
Can’t see you can’t understand
And it might be odd, cause I changed the odds
But I’m still wondering (guess I)
I don’t know, I don’t know
I been sitting on my own on my own
You could say that I don’t know I don’t know
Where the fuck I belong
And I know I gotta be grateful, cause right now it is kind of amazing
I got songs featured in playlists, still underrated
But now we got food on the table
It wasn’t always like that
Determent to fight back
You were sixteen with nothing to do
I was working my ass off, cleaning at school
(And I know)
It didn’t make my momma proud
I was helping my momma out
Little girl no, the man of the house
Gotta be strong cause my dad ain’t ‘round
From homebound, to mobile
To being on the road the whole time
France for the night, Japan for a week
But I don’t know where to go now
I’m coming home
Tell my mom I’m coming home
I don’t know I don’t know
I been sitting on my own on my own
You could say that I don’t know I don’t know
Where the fuck I belong
I don’t know I don’t know
I been sitting on my own on my own
You could say that I don’t know I don’t know
Where the fuck I belong
Yeah-eah-ah
I'm ready for the time of my life
Yeah-eah-ah
Still fine, alright
I went from sharing a room to a room with a view and my own bed
Not home but a hotel
Oh well
I might as well kick off my shoes and I’m all set
Or I’m on set, a stage called home
Queen on her throne, deep in my zone
Thousands of people screaming my name, so I give it my all
But still I don’t know
Where the fuck I belong
Where the fuck I belong
I try to hide, avert my eyes
I’m traveling time on my own
But still I don’t know
Where the fuck I belong
So I try to hide, avert my eyes
I’m traveling time on my own
I don’t know I don’t know
I been sitting on my own on my own
You could say that I don’t know I don’t know
Where the fuck I belong
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