Danny Brown - Lonely lyrics
Danny Brown [Daniel Dewan Sewell] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Danny Brown - Lonely lyrics]
Hé bien peut-être l'oiseau
L'oiseau qui dormait en chacun de nous
S'élèvera
Hipster by heart
But, I can tell you how the streets feel
Everybody thirsty
And they looking for a refill
If the gang eating
Guns barking at your doggy bag
Get took out for your take
Out now you carry out
Murder by delivery, married at the Paramount
I just coughed up a fair amount
Of niggas might air it out
Judge a book by cover, so we never educated
It ain't about races
Poor and rich segregated
Just to get the bacon, dog, you gotta go HAM
Use to be lost until I found who I am
But it took the hook to eat
The palm on my hands
Locked, tryna get real creative
With some Spam
Glock tend to jam cause a nigga serve butter
Just to get a little bread had
To keep the mayo smothered
All I really wanted was to overdub my vocals
But no one ever thought that I
Would take it past local
High like 'top a totem, man
Somebody shoulda told 'em
That if money grow on trees
Being rich is dime a dozen
So I'm smoking by my lonely
By my goddamn self I don't need your help
Homie 'Cause don't nobody really know me
Say, nobody really know me
See, that's going on a limb
And I used to sell trees
And I used to rock Timbs
Radiohead shit: Fiends with the bends
Back when Granny used to tell
Me "Stay Out of In"
Letting the cold air out
Tryna know my whereabouts
Gone for three days
Ain't nobody ever heard about
How I got them Jordans
But that ain't too important
When I got a bitch pregnant
And I'm stacking for abortion
And all I really wanted was
To give myself a portion
Lit up off the Henny
Got a nigga self-absorbing
Smoking on a bogey, no bust down
Who can I trust now?
A lady snitchin', got the whole block down
Now, we gon' eat now
No rebound when you're boxed-out
Belly of the beast now
Now, you got me feeling trapped
And I can't look back
When the road ahead is gold and
The past is made of ash
And I'm going through the trash
Tryna find a little treasure
Living for the better
Tryna get myself together
So I'm smoking by my lonely
By my goddamn self I don't need your help
Homie 'Cause don't nobody really know me
Said nobody really know me
L'oiseau qui dormait en chacun de nous
S'élèvera
Hipster by heart
But, I can tell you how the streets feel
Everybody thirsty
And they looking for a refill
If the gang eating
Guns barking at your doggy bag
Get took out for your take
Out now you carry out
Murder by delivery, married at the Paramount
I just coughed up a fair amount
Of niggas might air it out
Judge a book by cover, so we never educated
It ain't about races
Poor and rich segregated
Just to get the bacon, dog, you gotta go HAM
Use to be lost until I found who I am
But it took the hook to eat
The palm on my hands
Locked, tryna get real creative
With some Spam
Glock tend to jam cause a nigga serve butter
Just to get a little bread had
To keep the mayo smothered
All I really wanted was to overdub my vocals
But no one ever thought that I
Would take it past local
High like 'top a totem, man
Somebody shoulda told 'em
That if money grow on trees
Being rich is dime a dozen
So I'm smoking by my lonely
By my goddamn self I don't need your help
Homie 'Cause don't nobody really know me
Say, nobody really know me
See, that's going on a limb
And I used to sell trees
And I used to rock Timbs
Radiohead shit: Fiends with the bends
Back when Granny used to tell
Me "Stay Out of In"
Letting the cold air out
Tryna know my whereabouts
Gone for three days
Ain't nobody ever heard about
How I got them Jordans
But that ain't too important
When I got a bitch pregnant
And I'm stacking for abortion
And all I really wanted was
To give myself a portion
Lit up off the Henny
Got a nigga self-absorbing
Smoking on a bogey, no bust down
Who can I trust now?
A lady snitchin', got the whole block down
Now, we gon' eat now
No rebound when you're boxed-out
Belly of the beast now
Now, you got me feeling trapped
And I can't look back
When the road ahead is gold and
The past is made of ash
And I'm going through the trash
Tryna find a little treasure
Living for the better
Tryna get myself together
So I'm smoking by my lonely
By my goddamn self I don't need your help
Homie 'Cause don't nobody really know me
Said nobody really know me