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All ALone
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Hip-Hop/Rap
All ALone was released on February 4, 2022 by 3674825 Records DK as a part of the album All ALone - Single
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Release DateFebruary 4, 2022
Label3674825 Records DK
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM78

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Isaiah Gray
Isaiah Gray
Songwriter

Lyrics

Tell yourself your stories, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Sitting in my apartment all alone, ain't no bitch calls on my phone
Hit me up, you get the dial tone, Smoking this weed, got me high like a drone
I fell apart, I feel like Post Malone, Bad energy, I don't condone
Being insensitive, all my feelings, it's something that I grown
They true colors shown, I had to move on, Sitting in my apartment all alone
ain't no bitch calls on my phone, Hit me up, you get the dial tone
Smoking this weed, got me high like a drone, Got me high like a drone
When I'm in the booth, I'm in my zone, Don't call my folks, please leave me alone
Putting my pain in these songs, It's hard to forget, cause they did me wrong
Fuck these **** and fuck these bitches, Gotta stay focused, they can play with my issues
When I'm out and put it, gotta pay attention, Cause you never know people's intentions
When I pop out, I can feel the tension, I ain't never did nothing but show love
People turn their back on me, it turn my heart cold
Now I'm walking around with a dark soul, With my headphones in for Broadway
Tryna make it through these long days, Pushing myself through college
I be home sick, instead of hitting the road, Yeah, I'm running up mileage
All I see is bullets, aqua solids, My curse broke my heart
I'm feeling like Miles Morales, Fresh to death, I don't need a stylist
Sitting in my apartment all alone, And no bitch calls on my phone
Hit me up, you get the dial tone, Smoking this weed, got me high like a drone
I fell apart, I feel like Post Malone, Bad energy, I don't condone
Being inseparate, but my music's something I grow
The true colors shown, I had to move on, Sitting in my apartment all alone
And no bitch calls on my phone, Hit me up, you get the dial tone
Smoking this weed, got me high like a drone, I fuck with the sun, but I love the rain
Taking these drugs, see they keep me sane, Smoking weed, I'ma heal the pain
Losing all hope and all the lames, Having so much on my brain
Thinking about how far I done came, Thinking about how far I done came
Thinking about the things that I did, And the things that I said
They still hit the back of my head, I'm lost in my thoughts while I'm in the bed
Just staring at the wall, wondering who can I call
Wishing that I could sleep with my mind at ease
Sitting in my apartment all alone, And no bitch calls on my phone
Hit me up, you get the dial tone, Smoking this weed, got me high like a drone
I fell apart, I feel like Post Malone, Bad energy, I don't condone
Being yourself, it bought my feelings something that I've grown
The true colors shown, I had to move on, Sitting in my apartment all alone
And no bitch calls on my phone, Hit me up, you get the dial tone
Smoking this weed, got me high like a drone, Got me high like a drone
Written by: Isaiah Gray
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