EB - Lay Alone

(EB, this one go crazy!)
Lay alone, come back, say you on
Take you home, come back, bring you home
Lay alone, I won't say you wrong
Lay alone, I won't say you wrong
Lay alone, come back, say you on
Take you home, come back, bring you home
Lay alone, I won't say you wrong
Lay alone, I won't say you wrong
Run and tell yo mamma
I got more than commas
I get decimals for me and my partners
I can't with no drama
Take a breath like comma
Talking bout me like I give a fuck about ya
You leanin' side to side like I hit you with a combo
Dodging you in Daytona, I got 500 on me
Almost forgot who I was
I got more good than the pope
I got more friends than I should
I need more time on my hands
I hope yo girl treat me good
I put my heart on my sleeve
I hop I don't roll it up
On me now
(Oh)
I mean to give it right back
I mean, I'm taking a stand
I mean, I'm taking a stand with both of my hands up
Raise my hands up (raise my)
Raise my hands up (raise my hands up)
Raise my hands up (raise my hands up)
Raise up all my hands up
Lay alone, come back, say you on
Take you home, come back, bring you home
Lay alone, I won't say you wrong
Lay alone, I won't say you wrong
Lay alone, come back, say you on
Take you home, come back, bring you home
Lay alone, I won't say you wrong
Lay alone, I won't say you wrong
Fluctuating my voice, I got more pitches than perfect
24 like I'm golden, I got more and I'm certain
Mining the coin, chasing bits after bits
Mining the coin, chasing bits after bits
I'm like man, who made all this?
You playin' games like a switch
You takin' time that I missed
Now if you focus right
Put your pride to the side, you gon' see who's right
Put your pride to the side, you ain't treat me right
Nah
Yea
You ain't treat me right
Uh
Yea
Oh, you don't treat me right
Yea
No, you treat me right

Written by:
Eric Beckett

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