Dork (Lonely) Lyrics

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Huh

What a waste of my time

You running me around

I talk cash with it

Business keep afloat im too profound

Bro said put that shit in sport

I feel like a dork, with all this change up in my pocket im too smart to get divorced

Yea I had you

But I never needed you

You dumb I got shit cracking now I'm waving to the bleachers

See the jakes I'm at the stop sign

I can't hit the gas

I got shit that a give me good time

Might ball out with the suns they see I'm bipping shit I'm hotter now

You can find my heart like somewhere far like in the ocean baby huh

1:23

AM

You send that text to me

Don't know what it is but something bout you get the best of me

Fuck having a team around they like it when I'm dolo

It's hard to count this money up it's hard to pick a flow bro

Stayed down was a hard time not getting lost in the wind

Feel too loud, feel too much, took too long for to win

Look

Huh

Wok leaning dripping on my damn shoe

Crack me a BOA

We hitting the mall today

That beat knocking

That bass junking

That S, DUB, K

Been jumping since kamikaze that shit was a throwaway

One call them ski masks they shooting shit like Ray

Shooting shit like Nick Young

Swaggy piece my kicks a bun

I met her with straight hair later on a saw a messy bun

Swapped her for her bestie I just said I want the better one

Told my momma ima get that check, by my lonely

I can't trust nobody need no bitch, for to hold me

Pay the bills my hands dirty

Told the gang no need to worry

She said why the fuck I'm splurging

Ran that bag up in a hurry

Yea I had you

But I never needed you

You dumb I got shit cracking now I'm waving to the bleachers

See the jakes I'm at the stop sign

I can't hit the gas

I got shit that a give me good time

Might ball out with the suns

I'm bipping shit I'm hotter now

You can find my heart like somewhere far like in the ocean baby huh

1:23

AM

You send that text to me

Don't know what it is but something bout you get the best of me

Fuck having a team around they like it when I'm dolo

It's hard to count this money up it's hard to pick a flow bro

Wok leaning dripping on my Rick Owens

I punch it like I'm Tyson soon as toan he put the beat on

Cant hang with my guys

I don't care you rocking dior

Told my momma ima get that check, by my lonely

I can't trust nobody need no bitch, for to hold me

Pay the bills my hands dirty

Told the gang no need to worry

She said why the fuck I'm splurging

Ran that bag up in a hurry

Don't know why you need me you misleading my honor

Don't know why you need me you misleading my honor

Woah woah

Woah woah, woah