All Alone
Ayo Tink
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Laying in my bed all alone and I'm overthinking
Stuck up in my head like what's wrong I feel like I'm tweaking
Focused on the bread set the tone soon I'm gone be eating
Asking why I'm focused on my dreams trust me I gotta reason
I had Love for you but you ain't love me back
Yea I fucked with you but I'm to focused on the bag (yea)
They can't keep up with me I been running to the racks
And you say you be up in the trap man that's a fucking cap
Yo it's that Suave nigga
She be thinking I'm stupid
Lie to my face and you know imma lose it
That ain't ya bitch and you know she choosing (damn)
She a thot she ain't getting Dior
Thinking I don't wanna love anymore
DTB no I ain't cuffing a whore
DND what is you calling me for
Got a band in my pocket
Yo bitch a fan and I know she be watching
She on my gram and I know she be stalking
She wanna fuck and we doing it often (damn)
I might tell her I love that shit a mistake
I always knew you would turn to a snake
Like bitch you a thot you ain't getting a date
Shawty you not the one always knew you was fake
Seeing I'm getting money now she wanna vibe
She know I'm keeping this gun on my side
I ain't trusting a bitch if you don't wanna ride
Man this life really cold but I don't wanna die
She be telling me I need to make up my name
I ain't loving a bitch who be fucking for fame
And these niggas be hating I'm putting in pain
I don't know who to trust got me going insane
I don't know who my brodie you niggas be fools
And the shit that you saying it never be true
How you cappin and lyin you just wanna view
And you broke so you cannot be part of the crew
Man you niggas be broke you ain't part of the gang
Yo bitch a fan she be taking my slang
If that boy got a chain imma make him a stain
I ain't cooling with bums I ain't hanging with lames
(yea) (uh)
Got a bad bitch saying I'm the man
I'm just tryna takeoff like I'm Peter Pan
Yea get sturdy do ya dance
They like how you get money on command
Damn I guess I'm the man
I don't fuck with nobody I'm not ya friend
Chasing the money the paper
Slide down with a mother fucking laser
Niggas fanned out and me haters
Tryna hit but I'm not tryna date her
I need some real love
Baby come here let me feel some
Brodie popping perky's so he feel numb
Going crazy yea I feel dumb
Laying in my bed all alone and I'm overthinking
Stuck up in my head like what's wrong I feel like I'm tweaking
Focused on the bread set the tone soon I'm gone be eating
Asking why I'm focused on my dreams trust me I gotta reason
I had Love for you but you ain't love me back
Yea I fucked with you but I'm to focused on the bag (yea)
They can't keep up with me I been running to the racks
And you say you be up in the trap man that's a fucking cap