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Lonely
3,197
Hip-Hop/Rap
Lonely was released on June 19, 2001 by Bad Boy Records as a part of the album The Saga Continues...
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Release DateJune 19, 2001
LabelBad Boy Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM99

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mark Curry
Mark Curry
Vocals
Kain Cioffie
Kain Cioffie
Vocals
Kokane
Kokane
Vocals
Mario Winans
Mario Winans
All Instruments
Diddy
Diddy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Justin Bieber
Justin Bieber
Songwriter
Kain Cioffie
Kain Cioffie
Songwriter
J. Long
J. Long
Songwriter
Mario Winans
Mario Winans
Songwriter
Sean Combs
Sean Combs
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mario Winans
Mario Winans
Producer
Brian Kraz
Brian Kraz
Assistant Engineer
Paul Logus
Paul Logus
Mixing Engineer
Franklin Socorro
Franklin Socorro
Recording Engineer
Jim Janik
Jim Janik
Recording Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Sean Combs
Sean Combs
Producer

Lyrics

This goes out to my **** B.I.G
Listen to me, playboy
Check this out
I go
On and on and on and
Won't take her to the crib unless she's bonin'
P.D. call her on the phone and
Promise I'll leave her moanin'
Now she's zonin'
Tellin' me she's all alone and
Love the dark chocolate tone and
Ahead of my time
I live what's said in my rhymes
The cars and the cheddar is mine
We ain't
The type to sit back and lose focus
Spit that Mackadocious
Most ferocious
Cash all in my holsters
Burn more bread than toasters
You must know this
The cats I'm with is the coldest
Hip-hop quota but quote this
Back on the track again
That's whats happenin'
Please believe it
We on top and won't leave it
Sometimes I feel like I'm lonely
And sometimes I feel like I'm lonely
Uh, uh, yeah
Ey yo, C-I-O-F-F-I-E
Q-U-double E-N-Z
Come on ma you're ridin' with me
Leave the lame respect the game
When you hanging on my arm you expect the same
And, ecstasy when you sex the Kain
I, only link with the wealthiest
And only cop jewels if it drop celcius
Now, you can run but you can never hide
But, where you go when the temperature rise
It's Bad Boy see death in ya eyes
Kain Cioffie the next on the rise
Damagin' shit hot stamina split
You got screwball raps we the hammerin' clique
Limo, the club, and the cameras'll flip
Money, music, women son we standin' in it, ha
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Don't panic
Don't take this for granted
I did then still do and always ran it
A lot to gain when I say I'm off the chain
The shit I spit ... burn flames
Who's controllin' this
I can make the bitches grin
Cause I get money and run with the richest men
Knockin' at ya door, it's Curry again
Been down since the jump off begin
You know who I am
Don't get it all twisted up
Get the cash to my hands be all blistered up
We can pick it up
We can drop it low
Recognize what it is, when I come through the door
Not partyin' and pimpin', I walk wit a limp
Once I took it to the top I ain't fell off since
Stay high stay fly stay cool in the fan
Ain't none of y'all seein' ya man
Get a grip ****
(On guard, defend yo' self) It's lonely at the top hey hey (repeated twice)
Written by: J. Long, Justin Bieber, Kain Cioffie, Mario Winans, Mark Curry, Sean Combs
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