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Myself
1,133
Hip-Hop/Rap
Myself was released on December 23, 2020 by Benjamin Clique as a part of the album Myself - Single
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Release DateDecember 23, 2020
LabelBenjamin Clique
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM96

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Khamarron Jason Johnson
Khamarron Jason Johnson
Songwriter

Lyrics

I'm in need of some time to myself
Look around like who got me? myself
Swear these **** tryna snake, I can't help
Why I gotta keep it tucked behind my belt
Yeah I know I'm chasin', nothin' but paper dog
Fuck dukes **** I got a K for y'all
'Cause in these streets you ain't got nothing but you
In these streets you ain't got nothing but you
Say have you ever felt alone
Eighteen in the whip with no home
Long nights, five sets, McPick 2's
Same socks, same drawers, can't switch shoes
Shit have you ever seen a ghost?
Look at me, shit you lookin' at a ghost
Very scary, I already know
But I doubt you gon' remember when I'm gone
Who that **** in the corner with his hoodie on?
He into shooting shit, don't want to get his boogie on
Bet he trippin', touch his partner, he'll do you wrong
Why them **** steady do him wrong?
It's hella **** in the set
Mentally I'm really rocking to the neck
I'm that **** who make sure my **** set
But I swear it's leaving me with nothin' left, shit ohh
I'm in need of some time to myself
Look around like who got me? myself
Swear these **** tryna snake, I can't help
Why I gotta keep it tucked behind my belt
Yeah I know I'm chasin', nothin' but paper dog
Fuck dukes **** I got a K for y'all
'Cause in these streets you ain't got nothing but you
In these streets you ain't got nothing but you
In these streets you ain't got nothing but you
You ain't got nothing but you
In these streets you ain't got nothing but you
My mama told me live with a purpose
Instead I was in to taking purses
Four door, windows tint, **** lurking
Thirty round banana, tryna murk shit
But in that serve you ain't got nothin' but you
Playin' with my mind 'cause it ain't nothin' to do
Sitting in the cell, got me missing my room
Shit like I even had a room, ayy
I was hungry, what I do? I throw a hoodie on
No big homie big enough to ever put me on
**** please, the way you living sweet
Bitch I do it for who really in the streets
I had twenty-five cents on me when I went down
Nothin' but this stress on me when I went down
Hungry but I did not eat when I went down
Tired 'cause I did not sleep when I went down
I'm in need of some time to myself
Look around like who got me? myself
Swear these **** tryna snake, I can't help
Why I gotta keep it tucked behind my belt
Yeah I know I'm chasin', nothin' but paper dog
Fuck dukes **** I got a K for y'all
'Cause in these streets you ain't got nothing but you
In these streets you ain't got nothing but you
In these streets you ain't got nothing but you
In these streets you ain't got nothing but
In these streets you ain't got nothing but you
In these streets you ain't got nothing but
Written by: Khamarron Jason Johnson
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