Alone

[Verse 1: Blue November]
Written letters to my subconscious
Physical ripples I be feeling through my bone sockets
Shift in the rhythm hit the deacon with a proposition, urgent
Confession-for-confession let me know all your incentives
Before I send my child here, what is he gon' learn here?
Shit he need to praise himself 'cause ain't nobody for his health
And ain't nobody looking out for him when I am in the ground
Safe and sound, talking with Death I think I like him now
Need a shot before I hit the crowd to calm my nerves and simmer down
I don't really like intended mixers
All the aura seems imprisoned in this story
I'm just tryna write my chapter
A utopia for real as actor's casted so to say it's tragic
When I'm passing through the everlasting pamphlet
Keep turning, keep burn in your furnace, don't
Let it go out, your feet planted goes from out your seas
You are what you are
You ain't what you're worth
But you are what you is
And it's currently a bid to keep yourself alive
Exchanging gold for soul is a motherfucker, surprise hi I'm life
How're you? (How're you?) How're you?
And by far, this the hardest that I ever had to work
And by far, I always seem to drop these verses in a hearse
And by far, this the hardest that I ever had to work
And by far, I always seem to drop these verses in a hearse

[Chorus: Zae The Philosopher]
I don't do features
Don't match on no reefer
I'd rather be A-L-O-N-E

[Verse 2: Nelson.]
Yo
It still remains and as the time lapse
Know the time is ticking even when you think it might pass
You're trying to bring that shine back
Smoking on these backwoods
Trying to fill these big dreams
I can only act good, act nice
Damn right, damn straight
Same nigga same face and all that
Screaming hallelujah and still even get a call back, it's timeless
Even mama said it's all facts, we rhyming
And I ain't lying what you call that?
I find arrest inside the center paved
Directly when it's summers Public Enemy could renovate
Infectious with a reasoning and contenting ways to ventilate
Alone is where I'll be if can't ever seem to get away
Get away, get away, get away

[Verse 3: Zae The Philosopher]
Can't seem to reach her
Too lost in the re-up
She'd rather be A-L-O-N-E
Got me hot like a fever
Just follow the leader
Then we could be A-L-O-N-E
I can't seem to reach her
Too lost in the re-up
She'd rather be A-L-O-N-E
Got me hot like a fever
Just follow the leader
Then we could be A-L-O-N-E

[Chorus: Zae The Philosopher]
I don't do features
Don't match on no reefer
I'd rather be A-L-O-N-E
I'd rather be A-L-O-N-E