Lonely Nights

(альбом: THBK. - 2018)

Yeah, Papi

Lonely
Never listen to niggas who try to control me
Reminiscing the times you would actually call me
And you'd tell me you love me, I need someone to hold me
Swear I've been acting crazy my nigga
Nothing faze me my nigga
I keep numb with the liquor
If I can taste my soul coming out of my body, it's bitter
I fill them to the point I can only see pain
I'm sick and tired of waiting to see if things change
Can't love, hot, cold it's a freeze frame
What used to feel like a massacre is a beasting
All the talks behind my back are getting lame
Proud of what I've accomplished but slowly becoming shamed
I'm limited to this brain
Even if you popping you limited to the games
I can't trust a soul for the benefits that they claim
Trust another person with secrets is now insane
I wish that someone would pray

What about you, yeah
Said I'm so lost for solo
What about you, yeah

Yeah, yeah, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
Telling you I'm ready nigga if you ready, uh
I don't feel no nervouses inside my belly, uh
Used to feel it in my like I went to Deli, uh
Body getting stronger but my heart is heavy, uh
Gotta keep a secret now these niggas jelly, uh
Murcing our position like a missionary, uh

Yeah, that's it
Hah