Home Alone

Lyrics

[Intro] (HOTBOY) [Verse 1: SWIM & TJOnline] My brother said I work too hard, I said he right My pen is way too golden, girl, just let me write Thankful that my father never left, he always lead me right Hardships, never soft, I gotta get my shit off and live long like Betty White Right, uh, I'm malicious, straight outrageous, vi-vi-vicious Ain't no playin', ain't no scrimmage, don't you play with none my digits Know my paper, know my payments, bitch my patience has been bendin' Yeah, I'm bankin' all my statements, feel amazing, they been grinnin' I reek of heavy metal, pen a million manifesto My parents fled the ghetto and still raised a dеcent fellow You just can't run with me, whеn all I see is geeks and pebbles Who knew the boy who grew up Coy, would be a rebel Okay, I'm callin' funeral services, emergency For who ever question or even gesture uncertainty If I bring a verse, then I also brought you a hearse for free Take it as business or take it personally Whatever's worse, it works for me Your life is in my hands, treat BPMs like surgery Heart is on my sleeve, leaves me bleedin' like a murder scene I'm only seein' green, gettin' crea-my, urgently And if you haven't heard of me, consider this a courtesy (Yeah) [Verse 2: TJOnline] I popped out the womb with a signed W-9, I only know overtime I'm holding on to my spine, carry Talents are very, know it's hard to observe It's gotta be scary, twenty plus years in this bitch, it's crazy we're not even married Askin' my spiritual guides, what do I need to survive? How do I leave 'em surprised? They told me to learn how to parry, and keep on singin' like that caged canary Will I end up in Paris? They said it's giving very I can't say last night was a movie because I really be's in those Either those or TV shows, or maybe Nice, or Mykonos IRS is in my books like "let me get a peek at those" Measuring my fees for shows against my need to Cherry Bomb Track 12, what the hell Might as well just seal your dome up like my deals and keep it closed 'Less you speak and be exposed I only scare the hoes to feed the bros, a vice, a verse, who even knows? I keep some guts like nematodes or Nickelodeon TV shows Six words when I leave 'em notes, kick the bricks, leave my clothes Side effects of being grown, wake up smokin', get some provolone Write on every song, get kick back up off the pub alone I might get your favorite on the track, but it ain't set in stone All this paperwork, it got me screamin' like it's Home Alone