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letra de lonely how? - c. henry

[pre-hook]

i’ve been feeling lonely now i turned it to prescriptions
martianz on the beat with lcs the moons my mission
earth is p-ssed my zenith can’t you tell my spot is hidden
red light, green light, p-ssing by just hoping for collisions yea

[hook]

get up out my way, yea get up out my business now
i ain’t trynna wait, to play my own position now
feel like castaway because i’m balling but i’m lonely how?
but i’m lonely now, yea but i’m lonely how?

[verse 1]

now i’m feeling like this sh-ts therapeutic, it’s my life to choose
and you can say i’m different cause i’ve parachuted, yea
these heights are proving i’m a visionary like stanley kubrick, yea
i’m shining through it, my top verse-changing the game with these proverbs, freestyle flex arranged like clockwork
i just need that feeling that i never felt before that 1,2,3
go on to that stage to sell out shows and then we graduate to tours, friend or foe you never know, we get around like 2pac said
but that was meant for amber rose
because we running through this industry, running through this industry and like i said i want these tours with bunch of legs like centipedes
this fendi piece i’m window shopping i’m so broke i couldn’t cop it, used to go and waste my money now i go and make deposits

[bridge]
so lonely, so lonely why you feeling so lonely? so lonely, yea
why you feeling so lonely? so lonely, why you feeling so lonely? yea
i don’t know

[pre-hook]

[hook]

[verse 2]

i’ve been feeling so lonely you prolly taken back if you know me, cause i’m on this path i drive slowly and ride solely you don’t know? why do i do the things that i do?
why’d i even pay to speak in that booth?
why’d i even sell them tickets to you? what should i do?
what would you do?
well i gotta reap my labor with fruits through the grape vine with apple seed juice
someone tell eve i’m bout to break through or even hang out on evening news
this is my muse, this is my game
all on my own so that’s who i blame
air in my lungs is fuel to that flame
all on my own it’s never gon change so

[hook]

[outro]

nothing is appreciated till it is revealed for all to see hear and treasure
be thankful for what you have
your life, no matter how bad you think it is, is someone else’s fairytale

- c henry

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