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feat. Bishop Nehru |
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[Verse 1: Bishop Nehru] |
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They calling me the newest teen prodigy now |
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Sixteen with big dreams, the world's finally found |
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The next guy to be crowned |
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Still I frown because I'm drowning in stress |
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The amount of the loud to devour my chest |
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It's just off the meter and leave a batista giver[?] |
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They see a kid eager and swear that he's not a leader |
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And I need a reliver |
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My minds going through cyclones |
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When others mind blown like minds in fight zones |
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He might go psycho trying to top Michael |
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But I know my rhymes pyro and won't spiral |
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Unless its vinyl, still it feels like a curse, it hurts |
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To know a verse could lead to me in a hearse |
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Hates first they'd rather see me fail then succeed |
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Thats why I'm alone on my own with no team |
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Don't need no green though I got some to spend |
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In the end all I really need is a friend |
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[Hook] |
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I'm so so alone (so so alone) |
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It's just me by myself (I'm so so alone) |
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It's just me by myself (I'm so so alone) |
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I said I'm so so alone (so so alone) |
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I'm so so alone (so so alone) |
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[Verse 2] |
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Wish I could find someone who cares just a little bit |
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Enough of being home and alone I grown sick of it |
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Thinking different so nobody wanted to stick with him |
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And chances getting slim because money finally made it in |
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And I can't pretend like I won't hold for friends |
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But I hold my goals and others hold their tens |
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Weather gats crack or **** it can't be me to bleed |
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I got a mother, a sister and future seeds to feed |
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Believe that I'm a get it done I'm pleading to see some fun |
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Not even on the run and still I'm home thinking in the sun |
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In need of some one more thing to bring me up |
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I'm stuck yup I wanna film stuff but get tough luck |
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Because theres no path just me (just me) |
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Always just me (Just me) |
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I know what I could be but whats the use of being the king |
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When we die anyway and we could die any day |
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[Hook] |