May 15 Lyrics

If I would've known that you wouldn't be here anymore

I would've made your day of love a little longer

If I would've known that you wouldn't be here anymore

I would've made your day of love a little longer

A little longer, just a little longer

I'm all alone now, I'm alone now

Yeah, I'm in my zone, man, all alone, man

Thinkin' bout' where you goin', man

Got that phone call, Zelly you done hurt my soul, man

Missin' me on the road, man, I'm like old man

I be worried bout' the future, can't be worried bout' the past

I'm textin' your phone, talkin' about what had happened

I still think about all the motherfuckin' has-beens

I was told you can't question reason

Just walk up on this road like the yellow brick road

Your sister gettin' old, then your brother gettin' old

Your missin' all the shows like Rod said

I'm on the road, I'm on the go

Shawty callin' my phone, I'm bout' to go-ghost

Zelly got me in my zone, I miss you all alone

How the fuck you gon' leave me in this motherfuckin' room

With all these fuckin' randoms

Every time I rap, I have a motherfuckin' tantrum

My first fuckin' album was a motherfuckin' anthem

I was an underdog, now I'm cookin' up the panther

I'm the cancer panther, I got all the answers

Shorty, she a dancer, she got all the answers

I'm in my fuckin' bag, thinkin' bout' my fuckin' cousin

Callin' her mom phone, like, what the fuck is up, man

And I miss my dad, but it's fuck that grown man

He had me cryin' all the fuckin' time, old man

He popped up at a prom, and I'm like, oh, goddamn

What the fuck I'm supposed to fuckin' do with this man

My mama payin' bills on bills

My stepdad poppin' pills on pills

My cousin smokin' out the pack, yeah, it's fuckin' thrills

Yeah, if I woulda known you'da been gone

I probably woulda fuckin' joined, you wouldn't been alone

I be in my room, in my fuckin' zone

Chris comin' talkin' wassup cous, man, leave me alone

I miss my cousin when I'm fuckin' home alone

I think about offin' myself on the dome

Joe probably don't wanna hear this, but he's gotta leave me alone

I'm in my fuckin' zone, I'm in my fuckin' bag, nigga, yeah

I fuckin' miss my fuckin' dad, nigga

But I can't talk about that nigga, cause he ass, nigga

And people all up in my ear like, you trash, nigga

How the fuck you talkin' like I'm really trash, nigga

I really spazz, nigga, I'm on your ass, nigga

People be talking like, where the fuck is your dad, nigga

I don't know, but I'ma fuckin' spazz with him

I graduated, I graduated through summer school

I still got the diploma

Everybody callin' my phone, what's up with the rumors

I don't wanna hear that, leave me the fuck alone, bruh

I be in my bag when I'm fuckin' home, bruh