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letra de alone in my head - burden

[hook]
alone in my head, alone in real life cuz my homies are dead
my brodie come home and i throw him some bread
they can’t endeavor the sh-t that i been through when i used to sleep on the floor in the shed
i was in jail thinking my life was just set up to fail
think i’m the only one keepin it real
don’t keep that sh-t in, let me know how you feel
imma just deal with the pressures of life, the depression feel like i got weight on my back
hard to get sleep when your enеmies creepin and watchin for police when you chasin thеm racks
i tell the devil get off me whenever he cross me, i promise the lord got my soul
i got a problem with not lettin go, of things in the past and the things that are gone

[verse]
i used to drown in patron, i was at the bottom of the liquor bottle way too often
too late for talkin, don’t need these mother f-ckers in my life, nah
that’s the way i’m rockin, that’s real
ya’ll want the smoke? well let me know the deal
imma just ride til this b-tch got no wheels
homicide in my eyes, the sh-t that i’m scarred from never could heal
i could count my blessings, i could feel the evil that be all in my presence
where were these people when i was doing my sentence?
now i’m known as the mother f-ckin menace
they hate when i get it but even more when i spend it
i just wanna win some, i done lost back to back to back to back again
and i ain’t going out like that, or maybe i’m just bein punished for my sins
who will i offend next? try to live a grand card on life, 10x
that can never happen on the xanax
locked up dawg, ain’t n0body write my at the annex. nah
b-tch stop playin with a beast, i eats…. better yet, i feast
far from a rap when i’m after the cheese
don’t like how she act? throw her back to the streets, “peace!”
hustle boulevard tactics, a whole lifetime full of practice
money stuffed in the mattress, i rebel with a passion
how i find time for fashion?
they got high hopes of catchin me lackin, y’all come in this b-tch and i’m blastin
i’m gone take respect, i’m not askin
live through so much sh-t that y’all haven’t
[hook]
alone in my head, alone in real life cuz my homies are dead
my brodie come home and i throw him some bread
they can’t endeavor the sh-t that i been through when i used to sleep on the floor in the shed
i was in jail thinking my life was just set up to fail
think i’m the only one keepin it real
don’t keep that sh-t in, let me know how you feel
imma just deal with the pressures of life, the depression feel like i got weight on my back
hard to get sleep when your enemies creepin and watchin for police when you chasin them racks
i tell the devil get off me whenever he cross me, i promise the lord got my soul
i got a problem with not lettin go, of things in the past and the things that are gone

- burden

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