[Intro: Hoff & Connor]

Shit ain't as hard as it used to be

Thought by now you’d be used to me

Right now can't buy you jewelry

So, I'll keep writing these eulogies

I praise you like you’ve been gone

But really you're in my phone

I need you here by my side

I'm praying you come on home

[Verse 1: Ibukun]

Hit it, spilt it, finish

What I started, never quit it

Stay with it, grabbing the chalice and I sip it

Middle digit, fuck you and your spirit

I dont fear it, so I attack it

Look-

This for the ave

This for my niggas thats running around tryna run from the past

They killing their livers

And fucking them bitches

And counting them figures, hope money will last

They break down their problems by puffing the grass

I break down my problem with pen and a pad

The clique is still buzzing

And niggas get cut

And the world ain't got clippers but fading the blacks

You can come try and be "King of the Youth"

I'll just abide and be kin with the truth

You pale in comparison, hail to your roots

I bring to fruition laborious fruits

It's awesome how they ignore law when it suits

Niggas not crippin' but lost to the blue

Niggas not crippin' but lost to the blue

Taking my time but I’m plotting the coup

[Verse 2: Eric]

I was lost, but then I found you on the way

My days were bright, so used to skies of gray

You brought better days

I’m thinking 'bout May

I’m thinking 'bout flowers

I'm thinking 'bout you

You’re lost in my mind, I'm lost without you

Long nights in my room with nothing to do

You hated how I was always out with my crew

You calling my phone, you actin' brand new

You starting to act out, I'm acting confused

Like: Whose fault it is that I don't have a clue?

It's the coldest of winters

I stare at the plates of all of these cold dinners

'Cause I can't eat

I stare at these four walls alone in the night

'Cause I can't sleep

Bitch I feel weak

And I roll my weed up to get myself back up on my two feet

Do you feel me?

Do you feel me?

[Chorus: Jared]

You don't what it's like to be alone

Nothing right by your side to call your own

I'm all by myself wishing you had a clone

I hate this house I'm in that's why I consider you home

(x2)

[Verse 3: Hoff]

I got truth in my pupils, I'm putting proof in the pudding

They said that I could live without you, but I tried and I couldn't

Without your presence I'm a menace, girl you keep me in check

Imma need you by my side, without you what is a flex?

Life is what you make it, shit I'm tryna make it with you

I know trusting isn't easy but baby, this is true:

You're my strength, you're my weakness, everything in between

I just write you all these verses just to show what I mean

How long's it take to live a life? That's my favorite question

Well shit, long as I'm living then its a fucking blessing

See I been feeling week

I'm losing hours of sleep

And I'm hearing Lucifer creep

I think I'm feeling his teeth and

Now all my smiles is fake but fuck it, just get to the cake

I had demons on my plate, you come through and clean my slate

And in this wicked hate you remind me that I'm great

They really think they blowing up but shit they 'bout to deflate

They following my footsteps, I lay out pins and needles

I don't keep the weapon but just know my squad lethal

And all you boys see-through, almost like I'm telepathic

And these bastards stay rapping like the snapping but it's not happening, bitch

[Outro: Jared & Connor]

You don't what it's like to be alone

Nothing right by your side to call your own

I'm all by myself wishing you had a clone

I hate this house I'm in that's why I consider you home