Lonely
Brown Lyrics

Hé bien peut-être l'oiseau
Well, maybe the bird

L'oiseau qui dormait en chacun de nous
The bird that was sleeping in each of us

S'élèvera
Will rise

Hipster by heart but I can tell you how the streets feel
Though I identify as a hipster, I can accurately describe the vibe of the streets

Everybody thirsty and they looking for a refill
Everyone is craving something and searching for a way to satisfy that desire

If the gang eatin, guns barking at your doggie bag
If the gang is eating, they may try to take your food by force

Get took out for your take out now you carry out
You may be killed for your food and be forced to carry it out in your hands

Murder by delivery, married at the paramount
People are being killed while receiving deliveries and others are getting married at the movie theater

I just coughed up a fair amount
I just had to pay a decent amount of money

Of niggas might air it out
Some people might start shooting

Judge a book by cover so we never educated
We often make assumptions based on appearances, so we are not truly educated about people and their experiences

It ain't about racists poor and rich segregated
The issue is not only about racism, but also about how wealth divides people

Just to get the bacon dawg, you gotta go HAM
To make money, you have to work hard and be aggressive

Use to be lost til I found who I am
I used to feel lost but now I have found my identity

But it took the hook to eat the palm on my hands
I had to work hard to achieve my success

Locked tryna get real creative with the spam
I'm stuck trying to come up with something creative with limited resources (like spam)

Locked in a jam cause a nigga serve butter
I'm in a tough situation because I deal drugs (butter can be a slang for drugs)

Just to get a little bread had to keep tomato smothered
To make a little money, I had to work hard and stay in a bad situation

All I really wanted was to overdub my vocals
All I wanted was to improve my music by recording over certain parts

But no one ever thought that I would take it past local
People didn't expect me to succeed beyond my local area

High a'top a totem man somebody shoulda' told 'em
Someone should have warned them about the negative consequences of success

That if money grow on trees being rich is dime a dozen
If money was easy to come by then being rich would not be as special

So I'm smoking by my lonely
So, I'm smoking alone

By my goddamn self
Completely alone

I don't need your help homie
I don't need anyone's help

Cause don't nobody really know me
Because nobody really understands me

See that's going on a limb
That's taking a risk

And I used to sell trees, and I used to rock Timbs
I used to sell drugs and wear Timberland boots

Radiohead shit, fiends with The Bends
My life was like a Radiohead song, with people feeling emotionally bent out of shape

Back when Granny used to tell me "Stay Out of In"
My grandma used to warn me about getting involved in negative situations

Blaming cold air out, tryna know my whereabouts
People trying to find me and blaming me for things I didn't do

Gone for three days and nobody ever heard about
I was gone for three days and nobody knew where I was

How I got these Jordan's, but that ain't too important
People may wonder where I got my expensive shoes from, but that is not the most significant issue

When I got a bitch pregnant and I'm stacking for abortion
When I got a woman pregnant and am saving up money for an abortion

And all I really wanted was to give myself a portion
All I really wanted was to provide for myself

Lit up off the Henney got a nigga self absorbing
Drinking Hennessy has made me become self-absorbed

Smoking on a bogie, no bud style, who can I trust now?
Smoking a cigarette without weed, wondering who I can rely on

Lady snitch and got the whole block down
A woman snitched and got everyone in trouble

Now we gon' eat now, no rebound, when your boxed out
Now we will succeed without any setbacks, even when we are facing obstacles

Belly of the beast now
We are in a dangerous and difficult situation

Now you got me feeling trapped and I can't look back
Now I feel stuck and unable to change my situation

When the roller head is out and the Pabst is made of ash
When the blunt has burned out and the Pabst Blue Ribbon beer can is empty

And I'm going through the trash tryna' find a little treasure
I am searching through garbage to find something valuable

Living for the better tryna get myself together
I am trying to live a better life and improve myself