Текст песни Nights Alone - Sofay

(Nights Alone)

It's breaking my heart gotta talk to my
Brother through dat jail phone
I walking around shittin' on these niggas
I need a pamper on
I pop me a perc and count this money
I spent so many nights alone
You counted me out when I was broke I can't put you on
(Okay let's go)
We all about the money you can see it on our face
Mask up we can't catch no case
I'm really married to the Game yea that's my bae
I'ma real College Park baby really out da souf of da A

Really out da souf of da A, really in da trap all day
Ridin' around town with ya bae, call me Flat Shoals Sofay
I really put in for this shit and what come out I deserve
Real street nigga that's the word got all this shit off da curb
I done had some lonely nights
That shit keep me thinking twice
Put that lil bitty bitch on ice
Told that hoe it's gone be alright(Yea)
Ain't got time for no hoe tryna get these big bankrolls
Gotta let these lame niggas know
Everyday I'm really on da scroll(yea)
Everybody switched up on me, I left my heart with em
Nights alone lean in my system when I say that I'm da man
Ain't talking about in da middle
Everyday I leave da house I gotta keep a pistol

It's breaking my heart gotta talk to my
Brother through dat jail phone
I walking around shittin' on these niggas
I need a pamper on
I pop me a perc and count this money
I spent so many nights alone
You counted me out when I was broke I can't put you on
(Okay let's go)
We all about the money you can see it on our face
Mask up we can't catch no case
I'm really married to the Game yea that's my bae
I'ma real College Park baby really out da souf of da A

I'm trapped out in these #1 Js, you can't X me out
Everyday lil Feezy gone get paid
We can shoot it out or we can shoot the fade
It's really what you want (yea) I'm doing what you can't (ya ya)
Walk to the bank (Yea) I'm really going in
Nigga I don't need no friends, Count all these new Benjamin's
Blow good gas in da wind (Yea)
I'm really in beast mode, ain't no more chill mode
This shit like a Hell Rell, I can't go back to jail

It's breaking my heart gotta talk to my
Brother through dat jail phone
I walking around shittin' on these niggas
I need a pamper on
I pop me a perc and count this money
I spent so many nights alone
You counted me out when I was broke I can't put you on
(Okay let's go)