Lonely Lyrics - Old - Danny Brown

Hé bien peut-être l'oiseau 

L'oiseau qui dormait en chacun de nous 

S'élèvera 

Hipster by heart but I can tell you how the streets feel 

Everybody thirsty and they looking for a refill 

If the gang eatin, guns barking at your doggie bag 

Get took out for your take out now you carry out 

Murder by delivery, married at the paramount 

I just coughed up a fair amount 

Of niggas might air it out 

Judge a book by cover so we never educated 

It ain't about racists poor and rich segregated 

Just to get the bacon dawg, you gotta go HAM 

Use to be lost til I found who I am 

But it took the hook to eat the palm on my hands 

Locked tryna get real creative with the spam 

Locked in a jam cause a nigga serve butter 

Just to get a little bread had to keep tomato smothered 

All I really wanted was to overdub my vocals 

But no one ever thought that I would take it past local 

High a'top a totem man somebody shoulda' told 'em 

That if money grow on trees being rich is dime a dozen 

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So I'm smoking by my lonely 

By my goddamn self 

I don't need your help homie 

Cause don't nobody really know me 

Said nobody really know me 

See that's going on a limb 

And I used to sell trees, and I used to rock Timbs 

Radiohead shit, fiends with The Bends 

Back when Granny used to tell me "Stay Out of In" 

Blaming cold air out, tryna know my whereabouts 

Gone for three days and nobody ever heard about 

How I got these Jordans, but that ain't too important 

When I got a bitch pregnant and I'm stacking for abortion 

And all I really wanted was to give myself a portion 

Lit up off the Henney got a nigga self absorbing 

Smoking on a bogie, no bud style, who can I trust now? 

Lady snitch and got the whole block down 

Now we gon' eat now, no rebound, when your boxed out 

Belly of the beast now 

Now you got me feeling trapped and I can't look back 

When the roller head is out and the Pabst is made of ash 

And I'm going through the trash tryna' find a little treasure 

Living for the better tryna get myself together 

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So I'm smoking by my lonely 

By my goddamn self 

I don't need your help homie 

Cause don't nobody really know me 

Said nobody really know me