by myself Lyrics

Wanna be by myself

I just wanna be by myself

And do my own, all alone

I just wanna be by myself

I just wanna be by myself

And do my own, all alone

Sometimes I just wanna be me

Back to the slate, I don't need a routine

And I need to relax, and just place it on freeze

Fore I waste all my time, entertaining the dreams

Got me thinking, a point, do you see

The point to a pencil, I'm back at the tree

The place where it started, it left and departed

Before it had the chance, and the growth had restarted

Things like this, they happen man, damn

Can't just retract 'em back to gods plan

This is the way the laws have been planned

And we follow this shit, it's down to one man

Where was the shit you believed in, you said?

Digging through lies, that your laying to bed

You just need to believe in the shit in your head

Fore you cant get it out, coz your down and your dead

Wanna be by myself

I just wanna be by myself

And do my own, all alone

I just wanna be by myself

I just wanna be by myself

And do my own, all alone

When I'm overcrowding shit, hit and I'm down

With a smile on my face, but I'm hiding a frown

While I frame the feelings, all good to the crowd

Like Arthur fleck, while he's dressed as a clown

Hide this shit, oh yeah I did

Did I pull the strings, fuck yeah, they hit

Still feel the pain in my heart, that clicks

But don't feel ashamed while I'm hiding my grit

Slap back, tap that, hit a little black cat

Get a little luck, to just throw back the backchat

Get a little power to claim all the vouches

And make all the doubters, just feel like they powerless

This is the way, that I play my game

This is the way that I hold that shame

This is the way that I counteract bullshit

And play that back till it sound like flames

Wanna be by myself

I just wanna be by myself

And do my own, all alone

I just wanna be by myself

I just wanna be by myself

And do my own, all alone

Verse three man, and I'm high as fuck

While I write this shit with expired luck

And my brains at a block and its kinda stuck

Coz all the green that I'm on got me hella struck

Now what did I write on the back of my hand

Did I write a little plan to just fly to Japan

Hell no, got motherfucking shit to do

Coz in reality, damn, gotta build my brand

There's an elevator waiting that's past its due

And to not get on would be a stupid choice

It'd leave me in rambles, destroy the voice

So I better get on and just skip the queue

Man I wish my life was a private jet

Where I fly real high, with the fame and cheques

And I'm making the money to make me rich

While I kick back drinking champagne and shit