Yeah
Uhh
Mmm
Well, whatever the fuck y'all been on
I don't want part of it
It's just for fun
I was about to go spend cash on drugs
My little moral compass has a bug
My thought's been changin'
Brain's like, "You a thug!"
I just keep it 'hunnidk with a mug
'Mani been takin' flicks
I'ma blow up
It's just not makin' sense
How in the fuck
Am I right here?
Am I right now?
Am I gon' make something far from profound?
I'm feelin' sound
Makin' my rounds
Smokin' some 'preme that I know you ain't found
Limited pounds
Get this shit out
Only got one chance to make this shit loud
Detour, reroute
Somethin' about someone who made it all out of the South
Stop running your mouth
Stop talkin' out yo' teeth
You ain't really speak nun' when you're anywhere near me
Why would that be?
I can't see shit when I'm high
But I view what's above all the trees
Something for me
Nothing intrusive on y'all
I just be in my world, Lomotif
Won't let ya see
You're not the one who's supposed to get green when you ain't touchin' me
Would've been rad if you came to the show
Why do I expect more than you compose?
Don't you try and come 'round when you're exposed
Stop carin' 'bout the world, just want new clothes
You can play me more, but it's getting old
I don't want friends, I just want the benfolds
Money makes problems? Well, problems the more
I just smoked all this, I'm not on the floor
Which some of y'all would be!
I think I got a problem
Am I right here?
Am I right now?
Am I gon' make something far from profound?
I'm feelin' sound
Makin' my rounds
Smokin' some 'preme that I know you ain't found
Limited pounds
Get this shit out
Only got one chance to make this shit loud
Detour, reroute
Somethin' about someone who made it all out of the South
Stop running your mouth
Am I right now?
Am I gon' make somethin' far from profound?
I'm feelin' sound
Makin' my rounds
Smokin' some 'preme that I know you ain't found
Limited pounds
Get this shit out
Only got one chance to make this shit loud
Detour, reroute
Somethin' about someone who made it all out of the South
Stop running your mouth!
’Lone was written by Andrew Robert Raybourn Payne.
’Lone was produced by Young Andrew.