Jack Be - Alone With Myself Lyrics

Crowded room I'm alone by myself
She Sent the addy said just bring yourself
My friends just see me as potential for wealth
It's essential to health grab the gun off the shelf
Park the car in the yard while I'm raising the bar
Always knew that the kid go far
That's greed talking not honest
They ain't ever wanted to be in my shoes
Now all the pain in the coop
Drop the top of the roof
Just to see in my mind
Reflections rewind
Projections of time
Just projecting a lie
F*ck it tell em I'm fine
Wanted a verse but they can't pay the fine
Thought it a curse really it's just my life
And I'm watching it burn too many flames in my eyes
Feeling incendiary ever since elementary
Potential I carry got it lookin' too scary
Friday 13th get another tat on me
Feeling too clean with a anchor on me
Tie me down and bring the guns out, army
Feeling militant with some ill intent
I might down a fifth but I'm not down a grip
They love it when I'm f*cking counting shit
My account is big so my accountants rich
That's why they got they hands out asking for shit

Who that over there? Not me who cares?
He ain't goin' nowhere now I'm goin' up the stairs
Climbing to the attic now they looking idiotic
My bitch is the baddest even when she talking
Who that over there? Not me who cares?
He ain't goin' nowhere now I'm goin' up the stairs
Climbing to the attic now they looking idiotic
My bitch is the baddest even when she talking

Too many options I'm picking and choosing
All the exotics I'm feeling translucent
They talking a lot but don't ever do shit
Hit man called in I'm feeling like a target
Couple shots of the Henny make me go retarded
They want what I have bitch this ain't a bargain
Buy buy buy sell shit get rich
Get high get by light the light flip the switch
Benjamin Franklin what my language is
Rosetta Stone on my blacked out tints
Being all alone is my proper fix
To get my problems fixed
I had no pot to piss
These bitches ain't want shit
And wonder what I give
I don't give no f*cks and keep a semi tucked
This life automatic how I'm switching gears
It's all problematic between my ears
I'm on the tour bus smoking loud to see clear
Grabbing souvenirs to give to all my peers
That said I'd never be shit not I'm sitting here
F*cking Whipping through the city like I'm Paul revere

Who that over there? Not me who cares?
He ain't goin' nowhere now I'm goin' up the stairs
Climbing to the attic now they looking idiotic
My bitch is the baddest even when she talking