All by My Lonesome

Lyrics

[Chorus: Short Nitty] Sometimes when I'm all by my loansome, voices get to haunt me, wake up in the morning Feeling like I'm caged in my rage, I can feel his hands from the grave I can feel his hands from the grave Sometimes when I'm all by my loansome, voices get to haunt me, wake up in the morning Feeling like I'm caged in my rage, I can feel his hands from the grave I can feel his hands from the grave [Verse 1: Big Scoob] Last days, they says crime pays I stays in a dayze, fully blazed cause there's so many ways to lose your life in these gutters Wild days, wild ways Gutter child, gutter ways Til I'm gutter layed, from the grave, I can hear my pops whistling with that wikad [?] [?] before you hit the [?], make me have to tell you [?] Stack my chips, I'm all in In this rap game [?] Ain't gon be no falling, man [?] I called it Defenition of [?] Man I'm tryna make you proud, get this bread, move the crowd I got bills to pay, 2 little girls, all I got, that's my world Fuckin with that, Imma make it hot Nonstop, these nigas drop Firepower gon lay the block Time to find out what I got Claming souls on the spot Calm down, think about it Ain't nobody ever touch your babies, slow down, why you going crazy? All you gotta do is get that gravy Feed your babies and your dawgs Keep it real, you'll never fall Always hear to help you, dawg We gon get it all We gon get it all [Chorus: Short Nitty] Sometimes when I'm all by my loansome, voices get to haunt me, wake up in the morning Feeling like I'm caged in my rage, I can feel his hands from the grave I can feel his hands from the grave Sometimes when I'm all by my loansome, voices get to haunt me, wake up in the morning Feeling like I'm caged in my rage, I can feel his hands from the grave I can feel his hands from the grave [Verse 2: Short Nitty] Cold mornings and lonely nights was an everyday I'm only 15, tryna sleep the pain away Ma gave birth to me, all by her loansom Was it worth coming to see me as a youngster? Wasn't money, was never known for having cash Pops you left us hungry, questions of why you dashed Get along with your coward ass Never needed you anyway, you outcast [?] I snap, not knowing your life had been taken Somehow I still felt the seperation Days later, it was givin back [?] Nitty's first, picture that [?] Hell is what you gave me, so this is how it made me Do it on my own [?] and crazy Pops, my name is not in the obitchuary So it's no love, regardlous of what your people tell me [Chorus: Short Nitty] Sometimes when I'm all by my loansome, voices get to haunt me, wake up in the morning Feeling like I'm caged in my rage, I can feel his hands from the grave I can feel his hands from the grave Sometimes when I'm all by my loansome, voices get to haunt me, wake up in the morning Feeling like I'm caged in my rage, I can feel his hands from the grave I can feel his hands from the grave [Verse 3: Bakarii] 1990, Augast 17th Seems like I lost my older brother in a blink Heaven help me think, cause the devil got my thoughts [?] I'm missing him everyday, what would I give to hear him talk? But when I'm alone by my loansom, I can hear them voices Telling me to carey on, watching me make choices Mistakes in life, it's a givin When you gutter living Young teen, buck wild with the super vision Hard to stay away from prison, or the grave [?] in my range Focus on my pain, everyday struggle bringing my babies [?] pictures of they uncle [?] after you We buried Little Star, and that little nigga Johnny too But mama always told us [?] never seperate us And promised if we live, we make each other greater Screaming Lio forever [Chorus: Short Nitty] Sometimes when I'm all by my loansome, voices get to haunt me, wake up in the morning Feeling like I'm caged in my rage, I can feel his hands from the grave I can feel his hands from the grave Sometimes when I'm all by my loansome, voices get to haunt me, wake up in the morning Feeling like I'm caged in my rage, I can feel his hands from the grave I can feel his hands from the grave