
I’m Back / Something Saved Me Lil Tjay
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[Lyrics from snippet]
[Intro]
Too many lonely days
Too many solo nights
I'll be back in your arms at midnight
Hold me 'cause I'm scared to be lonely
[Chorus]
Strapped up but I know how to fight
Trauma kid, but future lookin' bright
Runnin' over, stackin' different heights
I ain't gon' let them take me out tonight
In the stu' I'm working 'cause I'm paid
Tryna fill these millions I made
Phone ringin', niggas wanna talk
I ain't picked that shit up for some days
[Verse 1]
Dead broke, nigga I come from rags
Sorry if I'm shinin', guess you're mad
Niggas got no motion, shit be sad
So they say I'm cocky when I brag
I was low, low, down bad
Went to school, no money, 'bout to crash
Turn this shit to something was a task
Now you look at me and see the glass
Foreign V's, hoppin' out the whip
Remembеr me and Lola hopping cabs
Just smokin' thinkin' 'bout my life
Why the good go so fast?
Why would God savе my life?
He know all my secrets from the past
Thinkin' 'bout the shit I been through
I ain't prolly come out so bad
[Intro]
Too many lonely days
Too many solo nights
I'll be back in your arms at midnight
Hold me 'cause I'm scared to be lonely
[Chorus]
Strapped up but I know how to fight
Trauma kid, but future lookin' bright
Runnin' over, stackin' different heights
I ain't gon' let them take me out tonight
In the stu' I'm working 'cause I'm paid
Tryna fill these millions I made
Phone ringin', niggas wanna talk
I ain't picked that shit up for some days
[Verse 1]
Dead broke, nigga I come from rags
Sorry if I'm shinin', guess you're mad
Niggas got no motion, shit be sad
So they say I'm cocky when I brag
I was low, low, down bad
Went to school, no money, 'bout to crash
Turn this shit to something was a task
Now you look at me and see the glass
Foreign V's, hoppin' out the whip
Remembеr me and Lola hopping cabs
Just smokin' thinkin' 'bout my life
Why the good go so fast?
Why would God savе my life?
He know all my secrets from the past
Thinkin' 'bout the shit I been through
I ain't prolly come out so bad
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