Better Off Alone
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Tell me where you go (Tell me where you go)
All the nights alone (All the nights alone)
Tell me where we are, where we are, yeah (Where we are)
Okay, I'm never coming home (Never coming home)
Better off alone (Better off alone)
Now you finally know where we are, yeah
Bought you Fendi this, bought you Louis that
Gucci on your feet, match the Gucci hat
Diamonds on your feet, rolling on your wrist
We did not exist when you found out this
Lost me on the track, now you want me back
This ain't just a fact, so I don't want you back
Yeah, we the reverse, bros rolling in the 'Bach
You was a nobody, now you on the map
'Cause your Lamb' the sauce, good to your hand
And the taste you sent was like mon rein
'Cause your Lamb' the sauce, good to your hand
When you hear the streets rolling, tell me where you going
Tell me where you go (Tell me where you go)
All the nights alone (All the nights alone)
Tell me where we are, where we are, yeah (Where we are)
Okay, I'm never coming home (Never coming home)
Better off alone (Better off alone)
Now you finally know where we are, yeah
All the nights alone, baby, come with me
Put your favorite show on, I know you like TV
Spend money on the chain just for my own name
Pick out what you want, I'm not gonna complain
You and me was dope, man, you had me so open
Timing in the back, now my feeling on the floor, man
Bought you Louis this, bought you Versace that
Gucci on your feet, guess you bought you that
'Cause your Lamb' the sauce, good to your hand
And the taste you sent was like mon rein
'Cause your Lamb' the sauce, good to your hand
When you hear the streets rolling, tell me where you going
Tell me where you go (Tell me where you go)
All the nights alone (All the nights alone)
Tell me where we are, where we are, yeah (Where we are)
Okay, I'm never coming home (Never coming home)
Better off alone (Better off alone)
Now you finally know where we are, yeah
'Cause your Lamb' the sauce, good to your hand
And the taste you sent was like mon rein
'Cause your Lamb' the sauce, good to your hand
When you hear the streets rolling, tell me where you going
Tell me where you going