All by My Lonesome 57th Street Rogue Dog Villians
"All by My Lonesome" by 57th Street Rogue Dog Villains is a #Rock song from 2019. The lyrics explore themes of loneliness, longing, and self-reflection, expressing the emotional weight of solitude. Musically, it features a blend of energetic guitar riffs and heartfelt vocals. The song resonates with listeners seeking connection amidst isolation.
[Chorus: Short Nitty]
Sometimes when I'm all by my loansome, voices get to haunt me, wake up in the morning
Feeling like I'm caged in my rage, I can feel his hands from the grave
I can feel his hands from the grave
Sometimes when I'm all by my loansome, voices get to haunt me, wake up in the morning
Feeling like I'm caged in my rage, I can feel his hands from the grave
I can feel his hands from the grave
[Verse 1: Big Scoob]
Last days, they says crime pays
I stays in a dayze, fully blazed cause there's so many ways to lose your life in these gutters
Wild days, wild ways
Gutter child, gutter ways
Til I'm gutter layed, from the grave, I can hear my pops whistling with that wikad [?]
[?] before you hit the [?], make me have to tell you [?]
Stack my chips, I'm all in
In this rap game [?]
Ain't gon be no falling, man
[?] I called it
Defenition of [?]
Man I'm tryna make you proud, get this bread, move the crowd
I got bills to pay, 2 little girls, all I got, that's my world
Fuckin with that, Imma make it hot
Nonstop, these nigas drop
Firepower gon lay the block
Time to find out what I got
Claming souls on the spot
Calm down, think about it
Ain't nobody ever touch your babies, slow down, why you going crazy?
All you gotta do is get that gravy
Feed your babies and your dawgs
Keep it real, you'll never fall
Always hear to help you, dawg
We gon get it all
We gon get it all
Sometimes when I'm all by my loansome, voices get to haunt me, wake up in the morning
Feeling like I'm caged in my rage, I can feel his hands from the grave
I can feel his hands from the grave
Sometimes when I'm all by my loansome, voices get to haunt me, wake up in the morning
Feeling like I'm caged in my rage, I can feel his hands from the grave
I can feel his hands from the grave
[Verse 1: Big Scoob]
Last days, they says crime pays
I stays in a dayze, fully blazed cause there's so many ways to lose your life in these gutters
Wild days, wild ways
Gutter child, gutter ways
Til I'm gutter layed, from the grave, I can hear my pops whistling with that wikad [?]
[?] before you hit the [?], make me have to tell you [?]
Stack my chips, I'm all in
In this rap game [?]
Ain't gon be no falling, man
[?] I called it
Defenition of [?]
Man I'm tryna make you proud, get this bread, move the crowd
I got bills to pay, 2 little girls, all I got, that's my world
Fuckin with that, Imma make it hot
Nonstop, these nigas drop
Firepower gon lay the block
Time to find out what I got
Claming souls on the spot
Calm down, think about it
Ain't nobody ever touch your babies, slow down, why you going crazy?
All you gotta do is get that gravy
Feed your babies and your dawgs
Keep it real, you'll never fall
Always hear to help you, dawg
We gon get it all
We gon get it all
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