Lyrics:
shit on my own I know that no one will help
Conversations at home all alone by myself again
Home by myself again, home by myself
Dealing with the same
nobody else like You
I've been saved and rescued
I live my life just to please You more
now my heart is an open door
to worship You is what I'm made for
when I dial the telephone
Nobody's home
All by myself
Don't wanna be
All by myself
Anymore
Hard to be sure
Sometimes I feel so insecure
And loves so
friends ain't shit
They only come around when they need to
Use that home boy shit to deceive you
Remember you don't owe nobody, niggas
Niggas put
by day
Doing everything it takes
Until something break
This be the day in the life of a hustler
Nobody can touch us
Nobody above us
This be the day in
Run The Town
Written by K. Edwards, C Lawson, D Henry
Produced by KLC The Drum Major & Don Juan of FullPack
Record Label Overdose Empire
VERSE 1
Run The Town
Written by K. Edwards, C Lawson, D Henry
Produced by KLC The Drum Major & Don Juan of FullPack
Record Label Overdose Empire
VERSE 1
I ain't gon' lie
I wanna see you by my side
When I open my eyes, eyes
Girl, you are my type
So together we shine
For the rest of our lives
the cream to give my seeds a little motion
And live until I'm grey sipping henny by the ocean
Oh Guess who's coming back and it won't be long
I been holding
home Lord
Can't find my way back home
It's no love for me back home
Where I'm from, gun shots ring out
Said another man down
Ain't nobody here helping us
by a cafe where i hope to be workin' soon
please come to boston
she said no, boy would you come home to me
and she said now, ramblin' boy
why don't
a little nigga by the name of Chris
Nobody paid him any mind, no one gave a shit (ahh)
Knowing he could rap, no one lent a hand
So he went about his
a little nigga by the name of Chris
Nobody paid him any mind, no one gave a shit (ahh)
Knowing he could rap, no one lent a hand
So he went about his
"Grandpa, here's your coffee,"
Said Edith, as she filled his cup.
"Nobody'll find you here,
And Earl is glad you guys showed up."
"The way
hungry, now I watch all my niggas count racks (count racks)
For this life we live, on my mama, yeah, I'm 'bout that ('bout that)
I'm 'bout that
I'm 'bout
at home-lil' boy I can't relate
I was gonna fuck on your bitch but that shit needa tank it was smelling so fishy
Lookin like it was ran through by a couple
nobody dragging me down Don't you know that plain name like jane (nobody, nobody) She won't live without it Never no doubt about it I say it's a fine way
by the police
Still getting pulled over and asked by the police
'Bama wasn't made for a nigga to win
See the color of your skin get you put in
was gonna be famous, he won't stop ringing off my phone
Tell him there's nobody home
Cause I'm way too busy putting Manchester on the map
And I'm
feel sorry for me
Addicted to this life
That i live day by day
Don't you feel sorry for me
Even when i'm trapped in cage
I trust nobody but you...
You
eyes roll back
And she says she love me
But I don’t really know that
I keep that thang on me
Rather keep that thang on me
Cause I don’t trust nobody
Live
Yeah Like Drake it's Yolo this life I'ma live it
Been in pain smiling so nobody see it
My mind don't recall the last time I saw you
It's been
the lonely cry
You danced in iron cages
For the boys with hungry eyes
All those wasted lives
Little by little, baby
We were going down
I swore I'd come back
watched the lonely cry
You danced in iron cages
For the boys with hungry eyes
All those wasted lives
Little by little, baby
We were going down
I
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