Lonely
P. Diddy & The Bad Boy Family Lyrics


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[P. Diddy]
This goes out to my nigga B.I.G.
Listen to me playboy, check dis out
I go, on and on and on and
Won't take her to the crib unless she's bonin'
PD call her on the phone and
Promise I'll leave her moanin'
Now she zonin'
Tellin' me she's all alone and
Love the dark chocolate tone and
Ahead of my time, I live what's said in my rhymes
The cars and the chedda is mine
We ain't, the type to sit back and lose focus
Spit that mack-a-docious
Most ferocious
Cash all in my holsters
Burn more bread than toasters
You must know this, the cats 'm with is the coldest
Hip-hop quota but quote this
Back on the track again, that's what's happenin'
Please believe it, we on top and won't leave it

[Chorus: Kokane]
Sometimes I feel like I'm lonely
And sometimes I feel like I'm lonely

[Kain]
Uh, uh, yeah
Hey yo see-I-O-F-F-I-E
Q-you-double E-N-Z
Come on ma your riding with me
Leave the lame respect the game
When you hanging on my arm you expect the same
And, ecstasy when you sex the Kain
I, only link with the wealthiest
And only cop jewels if it drop Celsius
Now, you can run but you can never hide
But, where you go when the temperature rise
It's Bad Boy see death in ya eyes
Kain Cioffe the next on the rise
Damagin' shit hot stamina split
You got screwball raps we the hammerin' clique
Limo, the club, and the cameras'll flip
Money, music women son we standin' in it HA!

[Chorus]
[Mark Curry]
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Don't panic, don't take this for granted
I did then still do and always ran it
A lot to gain when I say I'm off the chain
The shit I spit, burn flames
Who's controllin' this
I can make the bitches grin
Cause I get money and run with the richest men
Knockin' at ya door it's Curry again
Been down since the jump off begin
You know who I am
Don't get it all twisted up
Get the cash to my hands be all blistered up
We can pick it up, we can drop it low
Recognize what it is when I come through the door
Not partyin' and pimpin', I walk wit a limp
Once I took it to the top I ain't fell off since
Stay high stay fly stay cool in the fan
Ain't none of yall seein' ya man
Get a grip niggas

[Chorus]





[Kokane: x2]
(On guard, defend your self) It's lonely at the top hey hey

Overall Meaning

The song "Lonely" by P. Diddy & The Bad Boy Family features several rappers in verses that describe their rise to fame and success. P. Diddy himself talks about how he won't take a girl back to his place unless they are going to have sex, and brags about his success with cars, money, and women. The chorus of the song, sung by Kokane, repeats the lyrics "Sometimes I feel like I'm lonely," suggesting that the rappers, despite their success, still struggle with feelings of isolation.


Kain's verse discusses his preference for wealthy associates and his desire for the finer things in life. He also brags about his sex life, claiming that women experience ecstasy when they sleep with him. Mark Curry's verse boasts about his ability to make women happy and his success in making money and running with rich men. He also references his reputation as a powerful rapper who has been successful since the beginning.


Overall, the lyrics of "Lonely" suggest that even with fame and success, the rappers feel isolated and perhaps misunderstood. They all seem to crave the finer things in life and the admiration that comes with their success. Despite their great wealth, they still may feel like something is missing.


Line by Line Meaning

This goes out to my nigga B.I.G.
Dedicating this song to my friend B.I.G.


Listen to me playboy, check dis out
Pay attention to what I'm about to say


I go, on and on and on and
I keep going and going


Won't take her to the crib unless she's bonin'
I only bring girls home if we're going to have sex


PD call her on the phone and
I call her on the phone


Promise I'll leave her moanin'
Promising her sexual pleasure


Now she zonin'
She's in a trance-like state


Tellin' me she's all alone and
She's telling me she's lonely and wants company


Love the dark chocolate tone and
She finds my dark skin attractive


Ahead of my time, I live what's said in my rhymes
I live up to what I rap about


The cars and the chedda is mine
I own expensive cars and money


We ain't, the type to sit back and lose focus
We don't sit around and lose sight of our goals


Spit that mack-a-docious
Spitting impressive and smooth rhymes


Most ferocious
The most aggressive


Cash all in my holsters
I carry a lot of cash with me


Burn more bread than toasters
I spend more money than a toaster can burn bread


You must know this, the cats 'm with is the coldest
You should know that the people I'm with are the best


Hip-hop quota but quote this
I meet the hip-hop standards, but pay attention to this specific line


Back on the track again, that's what's happenin'
I'm back making music


Please believe it, we on top and won't leave it
Believe that we are on top and won't stop


Sometimes I feel like I'm lonely
I feel lonely at times


Uh, uh, yeah
An interjection indicating agreement or excitement


Hey yo see-I-O-F-F-I-E
Introducing himself with his name


Q-you-double E-N-Z
Spelling out his name


Come on ma your riding with me
Inviting a girl to ride with him


Leave the lame respect the game
Don't disrespect the lifestyle and the people in the game


When you hanging on my arm you expect the same
When you're with me, expect respect


And, ecstasy when you sex the Kain
Having ecstasy when having sex with Kain


I, only link with the wealthiest
I only associate with the richest people


And only cop jewels if it drop Celsius
Only buying jewelry if it's of the highest quality


Now, you can run but you can never hide
You can try to run, but you can never escape


But, where you go when the temperature rise
Where do you go when things get hot?


It's Bad Boy see death in ya eyes
Being associated with Bad Boy can lead to danger


Kain Cioffe the next on the rise
Kain Cioffe is going to be the next big thing


Damagin' shit hot stamina split
Breaking things with his hot and energetic performance


You got screwball raps we the hammerin' clique
Your not good enough, we're here to prove it


Limo, the club, and the cameras'll flip
The media and people will take notice


Money, music women son we standin' in it HA!
We have money, music, and women, and we're proud of it


Don't panic, don't take this for granted
Don't freak out, don't ignore what I'm saying


I did then still do and always ran it
I've been in control from the start and still am


A lot to gain when I say I'm off the chain
There's a lot to gain when he's free to do what he wants


The shit I spit, burn flames
The things he raps about are powerful and intense


Who's controllin' this
Who's in charge here?


I can make the bitches grin
He can make girls smile


Cause I get money and run with the richest men
Having money and associating with wealthy people contributes to his charisma


Knockin' at ya door it's Curry again
He's consistent and continually knocking on the door of success


Been down since the jump off begin
He's been with Bad Boy from the very start


You know who I am
He's well-known and needs no introduction


Don't get it all twisted up
Don't misunderstand the situation


Get the cash to my hands be all blistered up
He accumulates so much cash that his hands get calloused and blistered


We can pick it up, we can drop it low
They can change it up or keep it the same


Recognize what it is when I come through the door
Understand the power and status he has


Not partyin' and pimpin', I walk wit a limp
He's not just here to party and pimp out girls, he has a swagger


Once I took it to the top I ain't fell off since
Once he became successful, he's been able to maintain it


Stay high stay fly stay cool in the fan
He stays cool and collected even in the face of fame


Ain't none of yall seein' ya man
Nobody can compete with him


(On guard, defend your self) It's lonely at the top hey hey
Being on top can be a lonely experience, always be prepared to defend yourself




Lyrics © DistroKid, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network, Songtrust Ave
Written by: SEAN COMBS, MARK CURRY, MARK KEITH CURRY, JAMEL NAQUAAN FISHER, JERRY B. LONG, MATTHEW WEINBERG, MARIO WINANS, MARIO MENDELL WINANS

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