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[Verse 1: All alone, my phone Back in the zone, home but been gone Prioritizing life in I do not live long And finally some time to sit down and pen this song Might as well try to tell you how I feel I feel And not just when it's to pay some bills, life is real You can miss it everyday, to get a little pay Fill the page with some Try to feel a change on my mind I be about the rain but Sunshine everyday but hey What can I This is sunny where the phoneys run up on you Cause they want you to be like them I'm on the corner to get a swisher from the liquor store Twist the dro, sit at home, pen a Call a chick, get some Play my shit, I roll Cause nobody my mental like me Open my let you people get a peep, peep My life is simple, yo think the shit is deep. Sheep Be sleeping on me I finally got some sheets. Please That's for wifey not just hoes that want to me they like me when I'm riding the beat "To his own", niggas say. They gripping chromes domes in they song, when I just feel I'm pennin' a
I can't they think it's (Vanity) my peeps say it's (Vanity) (They it Vanity) Just because I'd eat in peace My been a bitch like this chick named(Vanity) (They it Vanity) Sitting on my own dick is (Vanity) And I'm gone, "home sick" is just (Vanity)
[Verse 2:
All Back in the zone. No, at home Been home but ain't though Threw a few to her her get her comb out my hair Turn a to a spliff and lift my dome in the air Above clouds where the rain falls all inside my Like, pain paint balls it what you want Niggas laugh cause my faith All I know is no one knows the places I've gone Or faces that I've cry, seen laugh, seen die Seen with my life in all of them signs of falling but I caught hope Will in my wings, halo, haul hope To faith like a new black a debate I am dope I want to be And when I'm on the beat I stroke I want to; need to skeet Fuck the They fuck you if you don't "Keep your enemies and homies on the When they to be close" Poppa told me. And the few that know me the ropes on dreams to be happy, whether lavish or lean I've seen enough to make a boy die Now a man on a for the God that I am But actually I'd be me
Is (Vanity)? My poppa me it was (Vanity) My old lady said (Vanity)
Because I'd be all by myself Instead of laughing the crowd If I don't care to be of their gaiety often say to me, "Don't be so proud." But how are they to I'm looking and low For that used to be my own...