Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yung Bleu
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeremy Biddle
Songwriter
Teldrick Smith
Songwriter
Jerry Lang II
Songwriter
Robert Robby Hale
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Yung Bleu
Producer
J.L.
Producer
Nathaniel Alford
Recording Engineer
Roscoe D. Jenkins
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah, many nights I contemplated what I do when I get famous
When your **** start changin', and your heart go cold
When you got money, everybody think you should carry their load
But if you was me, would you do the same? We'll never know
I'm clutching hard, I'm ready to blow 'cause I got enemies I ain't hit yet
Bitch-ass **** won't get no clout off me, you get a FN
Pistol on me, I mention the kid, you're like a meth head
Security can pat me down, I got this bitch strapped to my left leg
Most of you instant **** fake, but still I could tell you that
Ain't never did shit for me, but heada your nails on me, and it held me back
I wanted the real thing, but she got eyes you can't even tell she black
[Verse 2]
Yeah
That ain't your boo just 'cause y'all got some history
These **** be mysteries
Can't tell who on your side, don't like your energy
Might fuck around and take you out your misery
Man, fuck Bleu, I don't even listen to his music no more, yeah
[Chorus]
So many nights I contemplated what I do when I get famous
When your **** start changin', and your heart go cold
But I don't wanna live if you ain't in my home tomorrow
I just need a heart that I can borrow
'Cause it get lonely without you
So, so lonely without you
Lonely without you
So, so lonely without you
[Verse 3]
Uh, many nights, I contemplated what I do when I get rich
Give my brother a new lawyer, move my grandma out the bricks
And Jamesy call the hell 'cause he ain't tell her I know he's shit
When I can't answer the phone when I'm on the road, he have a fit
And my brother behind the fence
RIP LaVell, you truly gon' be missed
RIP Ta 'Kor, you truly gon' be missed
We'll take it out, we all gon' be rich
Alone in the dust, like booze and say I'm sittin' here
Looking at them old pictures
Looking at them old ****
Most of them **** gon' die broke ****
I gave my soul to you
And as I look back
[Chorus]
So many nights, I contemplated what I do when I get famous
When your **** start changin', and your heart go cold
But I don't wanna live if you ain't in my house tomorrow
I just need a heart that I can borrow
'Cause it get lonely without you
So, so lonely without you
Lonely without you
So, so lonely without you
Written by: Jeremy Biddle, Jerry Lang II, Robert Weinacker Hale, Teldrick Smith
