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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Little Brother
Little Brother
Performer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nottz
Nottz
Producer
Phonte
Phonte
Producer

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In a lonely place, how can you be so blind? I'm still at home chillin', you know what I'm sayin'? I be on my phone and shit, I be like, damn I haven't hit the scene in a minute, my new lit is The candles recently purchased that are perfectly scented But the rush of bein' in the mix Can't be cured binge-watchin' shit on Netflix My new normal ain't normal at all Scrollin' through my contacts like who can I call? Now I'm on Instagram, damn, they havin' a ball That was me, once upon a time Back in my prime now I'm happy to fall Fast asleep, sound of rain on repeat Instead of countin' sheep I'm countin' all the likes from the newest post Then the toast with the Magnum bottles Then the picture with the IG models Wide awake, rockin' envy goggles Wish I was there where the action at Loud clubs, hot drinks and it's action-packed Who am I foolin', worked too hard to do nuttin' If I said I didn't miss it, I'd be frontin' Go to sleep (Yup, yup, yup, yup) I'm still in a lonely place, sittin' alone, alone I'm still alone, I'm still alone I'm still in a lonely place, sittin' alone, alone I'm still alone, I'm still alone My mans hit me up and said "Tonight, dawg, we celebratin', my son is goin' to college" I said, "Congratulations" He said, "Nah, you don't get it, it's two graduations Him from high school and me from child-support payments" (Blackness) So happy 'cause his check no longer gettin' garnished Then he texted me a flyer with these strippers on it Wit' 8 different color type-faces written on it I'm thinkin' to myself, "Damn, yo, this is a warning" We get down, thinkin', "Damn yo, this shit is boring" After 35, the club's a different kinda torment Pretend to be excited, watchin' bitches Diddy Bop When you would rather be at home watchin' Flip or Flop I took a flick and then I posted on my IG, yeah It looked good but it was all lies like Fyre Fest Before you hang with anybody 25 or less Stay your ass at home and keep it low That's what I suggest (Yup, yup, yup, yup) I'm still in a lonely place, sittin' alone, alone I'm still alone, I'm still alone I'm still in a lonely place, sittin' alone, alone I'm still alone, I'm still alone All these numbers and nobody to call I just want someone to talk to tonight, yeah, tonight, yeah Sing it for me! All these numbers and nobody to call (Yeah) I just want someone to talk to tonight, yeah, ooh, tonight, yeah
Writer(s): Bruce Malament, Thomas Louis Iii Jones, Norman Harris, Dominick J. Lamb, Phonte Lyshod Coleman, Robert Caldwell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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