Alone

I don't know how the fuck I'm supposed to go

Down this road I chose, but it's the road I chose

I gotta go in alone, do what's good for your paper

Hard to do good for your soul

Hard to do good for your soul

I got a lot on my head, lately a lot in my nose

Shorty ain't come to my show

I should've known I was a fool

Fucking with you, fuck with me, I never lose

Tryna make moves, but I can't stop thinking about a get away

Ain't talking heaven gates, don't believe anyway

No, I don't hate you, that's just what the Henny say

Been moving this shit since eleventh grade

That's why I move it the best today

I'm tryna stack it up, stack it up, get it and dip

Pull up in your Uber no Lyft

She say my presence's a gift, I might steal a kiss

Every time I brought her back to my crib

Give her that dick while she split

I do not think that I know how to live

I'm so god damn sick and I tired of this shit

Catch me twisting up a L , cigarette up in my lips

Spark the backwoods with a bitch

Spark the ignition, I'm tryna drive

I don't got no license, and I'm kinda high

But fuck it, let's ride, she let me inside

Now she grinding on my gears though

I don't know how the fuck I'm supposed to go

Down this road I chose, but it's the road I chose

I gotta go in alone, do what's good for your paper

Hard to do good for your soul

Hard to do good for your soul

I don't know how the fuck I'm supposed to go

Down this road I chose, but it's the road I chose

I gotta go in alone, do what's good for your paper

Hard to do good for your soul

Hard to do good for your soul

Oh, walk with a stick

Because I cannot trust a soul

Love no problem, bitches they come and they go

Pause, I need me a second

I think that I need me like four

I fuck that bitch, whoa, you get ignored

I just want a big house and a bad bitch

She keep-keep on keeping me from going crazy

It's lately it's like, "Am I dumb or something?"

Try hit my lick, I won't run from nothing

That lil hoe, she tryna fuck or something

Suck my dick, I can't feel it, it's numb or something

Told her, "Don't miss an inch with her tongue or nothing"

Met lil shorty twerking at the club or something

Said come back to the trap, I got Xans, I got Molly

I might have to hit with my plug or something

Ain't no way around it, she gon' fuck and suck it

If that goofy said that he a plug, he fronting

Pouring out lean in the Benz

I mix the green with the purple and red, too

I used to think I could love

Everyone said that they wasn't gon' leave but they left

I don't know how the fuck I'm supposed to go

Down this road I chose, but it's the road I chose

I gotta go in alone, do what's good for your paper

I don't do good for your soul

I don't do good for your soul

I don't know how the fuck I'm supposed to go

Down this road I chose, but it's the road I chose

I gotta go in alone, do what's good for your paper

I don't do good for your soul

I don't do good for your soul

I don't know how the fuck I'm supposed to go

Down this road I chose, but it's the road I chose

I gotta go in alone, do what's good for your paper

I don't do good for your soul

I don't do good for your soul

I don't know how the fuck I'm supposed to go

Down this road I chose, but it's the road I chose

I gotta go in alone, do what's good for your paper

I don't do good for your soul

I don't do good for your soul

I don't know how the fuck I'm supposed to go

Down this road I chose, but it's the road I chose

I gotta go in alone, do what's good for your paper

I don't do good for your soul

I don't do good for your soul