veezuh - by myself Lyrics

Crying all up in my bed
I feel like I'm dead
Said she wanna come and see me
I'm by myself instead
Can't get it out of my head
I might fill you up with lead
I ain't talking Carti,
But I see a Whole Lotta Red
Yeah, she wanna see me I might tap that
I'm sorry babe I don't got Snapchat
I'm picking the pieces up to my life,
Put it together like a fuckin' snapback
I don't understand why you ask that
Yeah all of your cap I'm past that
Yo shit so ass just trash that,
Yo shit so ass just trash that
Yeah I swear to god I'll make it
I'll make it
You say you got some talent,
Boy you faking
You faking
You talk down on me,
Fry you like some bacon,
Some bacon
Speeding to the top,
Just like I'm racing,
I'm racing
They so jealous,
How I get money boy I'm zealous,
Say that you better but you sell less,
Swear that you clueless,
Boy you helpless,
Yeah, yeah
Crying all up in my bed
I feel like I'm dead
Said she wanna come and see me
I'm by myself instead
Can't get it out of my head
I might fill you up with lead
I ain't talking Carti,
But I see a Whole Lotta Red
Yeah, she wanna see me I might tap that
I'm sorry babe I don't got Snapchat
I'm picking the pieces up to my life,
Put it together like a fuckin' snapback
I don't understand why you ask that
Yeah all of your cap I'm past that
Yo shit so ass just trash that,
Yo shit so ass just trash that

Crying all up in my bed
I feel like I'm dead
Said she wanna come and see me
I'm by myself instead
Can't get it out of my head
I might fill you up with lead
I ain't talking Carti,
But I see a Whole Lotta Red
Yeah, she wanna see me I might tap that
I'm sorry babe I don't got Snapchat
I'm picking the pieces up to my life,
Put it together like a fuckin' snapback
I don't understand why you ask that
Yeah all of your cap I'm past that
Yo shit so ass just trash that,
Yo shit so ass just trash that
Yeah I swear to god I'll make it
I'll make it
You say you got some talent,
Boy you faking
You faking
You talk down on me,
Fry you like some bacon,
Some bacon
Speeding to the top,
Just like I'm racing,
I'm racing
They so jealous,
How I get money boy I'm zealous,
Say that you better but you sell less,
Swear that you clueless,
Boy you helpless,
Yeah, yeah
Crying all up in my bed
I feel like I'm dead
Said she wanna come and see me
I'm by myself instead
Can't get it out of my head
I might fill you up with lead
I ain't talking Carti,
But I see a Whole Lotta Red
Yeah, she wanna see me I might tap that
I'm sorry babe I don't got Snapchat
I'm picking the pieces up to my life,
Put it together like a fuckin' snapback
I don't understand why you ask that
Yeah all of your cap I'm past that
Yo shit so ass just trash that,
Yo shit so ass just trash that