EHardy - ON MY OWN (feat. Morgan Seales)

Hey, turn me up gang
Nah, for real, a little more, little more, little more
Bet, bet, bet right there

All these-all these problems that I'm facing (Mhm)
Out here, yeah, they got my heart racing (Mhm)
I just wanna do it all up on my own
By my side, yeah, you were adjacent
All these problems, I'm just tryna stay patient (Mhm)
I just wanna do it all up on my own

Been learning that love really ain't right
Been learning one day at one time
And I'm really on my grind now
Used to be 4, 5x2 now
Quarterback, that's the way they dot my eyes now
Roll with that, and I tell 'em, "Get the rocks out"
Why?
'Cuz I'm drippy as a tub
I've been on my grind, steady out here showing love
Asking all these questions, asking "why you up in rough?"
I don't know, I think I'm tough
Don't talk about that stuff
I'm up on the grind, yeah, I'm up on my stones
Talking on my name, you can do that on your own time
I been on my own grind
I been tryna do this for a very long time
And why?
'Cuz I'm back and I'm better
I know sunny, I know snowy, I know both types of weather
And they gonna gun me down, so they brining out berettas
I got 18 thousand, like I'm talking J-Jettas
And if I played volleyball, I'd probably be a setter
'Cuz I pass it to my brodie, and he out here doing better like

Let me up in this shit
Dropped the Wavy tape, bet I'm hot as a bitch
Did it on my own, nobody helped me with shit
You know I did it to get it, I really got it by myself
Nowadays, I just buy it, break it, roll it, lick it, light it, smoke it, inhale it, write it, record it, mix it, master it,
Press save and I do it all over again
No, we can not be friends
606, that's the clique, hit you like a spray tan
Why you being fake man?
Laser on that bitch, get it looking like a brain scan
Putting rappers on a platter, now they lookin' like a cake, man
I don't play, man, probably just mad because you ain't them
Hate them, hanging out the window with the 3.5 with an 8th blunt
Only difference is that they ain't runts
Smoking on the indica, I'm in the cut, I'm smoking on that tough, leave you slumped, bet it's A1

And I'm really with my slimes in the cut
Every time I'm asking, I just wanna know what's up
I don't really know if it's lust or it's love
I just really wanna know what's up
And know if I'm up

On my own
Know if I'm up on my own
Going up on my own
Going up on my own
Going up on my own

Written by:
Elliott Hardy, Morgan Seales

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