Story (Lonely) ft. LMO Lyrics

Buried alive

Fuckin' buried alive

Fuckin' buried alive

Fuckin' buried alive

Fuckin' buried alive

Fuckin' buried alive

Fuckin' buried alive

Fuckin' buried alive

Fuckin' buried alive

Fuckin' buried alive

Fuckin' buried alive

Fuckin' buried alive

Fuckin' buried alive

Fuckin' buried alive

I make this music alone, and it gets lonely, lonely

I make this music alone, and it gets lonely

'cause I showed it to the homies

But they just act like they don't know me

They just throw me off by asking for favours

And soon as I gave 'em

They put me on the shelf 'till they need other ones later

And you can say that it was my fault I bent over backwards

Or you can blame the fact that back in '07 they turned their backs

I just rap about it now but if I fade into black

And this never made it onto tracks

Then why the fuck'd I do that? I'm sayin'

People took advantage of me

My kindness is my weakness I ain't replicatin' bullies

I gave myself to people who ain't care about me fully

And then I gave nothing to the ones who did, I'm sorry

If that's my folly

I'm taking everything back

I opened up my eyes and saw around me everything's whack

And if I lose a couple friends who wouldn't notice I gapped

I might as well give up the waiting on those motherfucks to message me back

And give attention to the people who matter

I struggle with that, uh

So maybe I was ill-informed to try be a rapper

I pushed my people to the side while I was hitting my stride

And then wondered why they wouldn't come back

Fucking hell, am I blind?

So I'm resigned to being back by myself

It's whack for my health

But better that than being one they stack on the shelf

So when I make this fucking music alone, and it gets lonely

All I do is think about the day I'm winning my Tony

Fuck, I mean Grammy don't I

Walking with my back to the sun

I'm not Denzel but I excel, that's a fact, number one

My mental state weighs a ton

And I carry it daily, this shit is crazy

I did the same thing as they be

But maybe I wasn't meant for Shady

If I ain't meant to be Jay-Z, then I'm meant to be lazy

Procrastinating writing raps till I'm 80

But yo the fact that I've been greatly depressed lately

And stressed, baby

Nothing you can say can stop my top from blowing like M80's

Maybe I am meant to be Shady

I dropped the first album, stopped giving a fuck and started writing to Dre beats

But mine are prod by LMO and god damnit you ain't know

What me can make when we start burying hatchets up in the snow

Be afraid

Of the Army of One album that will clown 'em

This my nuclear bomb

To fuck up all around him

And if I'm writing shit like this with writers block

Just imagine what I'm writing when I'm not

that shit is hot

Decide for yourself if this applies to you

And if it doesn't, I appreciate you being grateful for all I try and do

And if it does, take a look up in the mirror,

Wonder why the fuck you never had a clue

Up until now

Decide for yourself if this applies to you

And if it doesn't, I appreciate you being grateful for all I try and do

And if it does, take a look up in the mirror,

Wonder why the fuck you never had a clue

Up until now

I finally found my Tuscan Leather-ass intro

I could rap all on this beat for an hour but I'll just keep it simple

I studied rap for a decade and when they went to hit play

They were blown the fuck away by everything I had to say

I was broken I was hopeless I had nothing

But yo still I found myself up on the microphone stuntin'

And there's one single difference I see between me and you

I'm still here a decade later homie

Why aren't you

Army

Buried alive

Fuckin' buried alive

Fuckin' buried alive

Fuckin' buried alive

Fuckin' buried alive

Fuckin' buried alive

Fuckin' buried alive

Fuckin' buried alive

Fuckin' buried alive

Fuckin' buried alive

Fuckin' buried alive

Fuckin' buried alive

Fuckin' buried alive

Fuckin' buried alive

I make this music alone, and it gets lonely, lonely