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Lil Tjay - Scared 2 Be Lonely (Official Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Tjay
Lil Tjay
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Florian Thi Nguyen Van
Florian Thi Nguyen Van
Songwriter
Fedor Sommerfeld
Fedor Sommerfeld
Songwriter
Way9
Way9
Songwriter
Georgia Boyden
Georgia Boyden
Songwriter
Andre Robertson
Andre Robertson
Songwriter
Tione Merritt
Tione Merritt
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
VVS Melody
VVS Melody
Producer
FAS Beats
FAS Beats
Producer
Geovocals
Geovocals
Producer
Way9
Way9
Producer
MikeWavvs
MikeWavvs
Producer
Bizness Boi
Bizness Boi
Producer
Barrington Hall
Barrington Hall
Recording Engineer
robbie soukiasyan
robbie soukiasyan
Mixing Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer

Songteksten

Too many lonely days, too many solo nights I'll be back in your arms at midnight Hold me 'cause I'm scared to be lonely Strapped up, but I know how to fight Trauma kid, but future lookin' bright Money long, just stackin' different height Ain't gon' let 'em take me out tonight In the stu', I'm workin' 'cause I'm paid Tryna flex these millions I made Phone ringin', niggas wanna talk I ain't pick that shit up in some days Dead broke nigga, come from rags Sorry if me shinin' gets you mad Niggas got no motion, shit be sad So they say I'm cocky when I brag I was low, low, down bad Went to school, no money, 'bout to crash Turnin' this shit to somethin' was a task Now you look at me, you see the glass Foreign V's, hoppin' out the whip 'Member me and Lola hoppin' cabs (damn) Sittin', smokin', thinkin' 'bout my life (sit) Why the good go so fast? (Damn) Why would God save my type? (Huh?) He know all my secrets from the past (damn) Thinkin' 'bout the shit I been through (damn) I ain't probably come out so bad (oh) Strapped up, but I know how to fight Trauma kid, but future lookin' bright Money long, just stackin' different height Ain't gon' let 'em take me out tonight In the stu', I'm workin' 'cause I'm paid Tryna flex these millions I made Phone ringin', niggas wanna talk I ain't pick that shit up in some days So many times I could've died (hey, died, died) I don't be prayin', no lie, but I won't deny Something saved me, something saved me God, oh why? Grind mode, that be always (hey) I'm just tryna give myself a raise Life hard, I be makin' plays (huh?) Like I'm tryna figure out a maze From the heart whenever I write Trauma on my mental won't fade Shot seven times, no glaze (shot) We done put some niggas in the - I could show a nigga how to act .40 cal', it teach him to behave I come from a city if you lack You must watch your shit up on the page Lotta shit can't say up in these raps (no) Know I'm different, I just got my ways Shit be on my mental, so I blaze (boom) Free my niggas sittin' in the cage (boom, boom) Strapped up, but I know how to fight Trauma kid, but future lookin' bright (grrah, grrah) Money long, just stackin' different height Ain't gon' let 'em take me out tonight (no) In the stu', I'm workin' 'cause I'm paid Tryna flex these millions I made Phone ringin', niggas wanna talk I ain't pick that shit up in some days So many times I could've died I don't be prayin', no lie, but I won't deny Something saved me, something saved me God, oh why?
Writer(s): Andre Carnell Robertson, Tione Merritt, Michael Washington Jr, Fedor Sommerfeld, Florian Thi Nguyen Van, Daniel Way, Georgia Boyden Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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