Few Alone................

[Intro]
Just need to pack this bowl, and smoke this by the dolo
I just need this few minutes alone and express the weight on my heart

Hook/Chorus:

I just need a few alone, rip the flow, put my cell on silent
and quite being relent on others for my circumference


Verse:

Never hated, never heated just peeved at what has to be stated fated gated out bated
now I just waited out arguments let sides finish, then you put cha two piece in/
dropping coins, now we be all Donald Goines leave you bongs down on lounge
found homage paid out in credit dead it I ain't even taking debt
trying register not even face-time, face booking fuck looking/
hook up the crooks dusk til the brawn give it too them along
the ways fazed by the phases we all go thru from time to time/
spaced out cha races wasted cases made out faces seen thru the looking glass
fast out cha lanes now we back to days, checking messages, seeing what was just sent/
dent out cha lengths made out my breath had to make this call
face the face, waste to cases pacing thru rooms thinking about the doom and gloom/
showed out what I had to say speak off the hook, now we all giving it a good look
almost died a few, deaded brews back out cha crew and sit home in front of the TV
thinking about what could have been, and just keep it moving onto the next page/
copped a flop dropped a few on datpiff see the way I riff, rip n raw
skip the brawls had to set my fam straight saying I ain't even beefing/
had to respect the college of thought process, know the opposite is done
sold cha son something to puff, dusted up the roof tops know how we freestyle at the top/
swapped out names from the sheepish to the lord of chaos, to those that display odds
to a new mind-state found what I needed and it wasn't even weight/
caped off the radio been messing with music since I was high schooling
skill pooling filled dueling now we're full metal alchemist spitting alchemy to any enemy/
chess piecing thesis lacing wasted time out on the grind but
sometimes ya gotta do what cha gotta do slime, know how we grind/
finished the found, know the frowns get cha ground beefed up
we chef up lessons teaching edging the edge pledging the reg/
packing another bowl, spitting flows over the m-i-c
some saying you need to clean up the quality/
and then I express that is my voice, fuck it don't like it, don't comment
I don't need hate, debated fates waited out cha grind while I continuiously speak on it/
never hated, always meant what I said some stated cater to nobody
don't care if I get one fan, bust a brand nest up on lands
made out flames leaving those thinking why the sheep is the way the tech used to be/
so I just ask for a few alone, fuck what cha think or look
gimme a few alone, I don't need another clone, I just need a few alone
and let me rip the way I speak on topics, drop it like your optics/

Hook/Chorus:

I just need a few alone, rip the flow, put my cell on silent
and quite being relent on others for my circumference