Tekst
I be all alone, I be by my lonely
two door coup alone,everybody phony
Blowing up my phone, but I'm in a starship
Going far from home, better than I'm sorry
You can't feel no worries
Leave me by the dust (uhh)
Yea we was tripping
Showing lots of lust (ahh)
Failed on a mission
Siphoning my love (yuh)
I just want the loyalty, keep fucking on my royalties
Cream soda Faygo, ya it be on me
I just want to slow down but that is beyond me
I just want to go now but shawtys 's they be calling me
Soho were the plug be, got me with anxiety
You don't need to stress tho
I could paint a picture
Put you in a stretcher
Balling no need sketchers
All my dogs be fetching
Cause I'm getting bread in
Sear it with the Bredden
I like to make my weapons
I be all alone, I be by my lonely
two door coup alone,everybody phony
Blowing up my phone, but I'm in a starship
Going far from home, better than I'm sorry