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Better Alone/Who Ya Gon’ Call? Lyrics by Young Hrt

act ii: glad you could make it

2024

[Chorus]
I think I'm better alone, when I'm with you I no longer feel strong
Bitch, tell me what's up, why you don't give a fuck
I'm in Atlanta like I was a Brave, don't want you to leave but won't beg you to stay
In here like oh
Like woah
[Verse 1]
I got goals, I can't play no more
I'm coming and going, you coming and going, and no, it's not okay no more
Hrt done broke your heart and you like, I cannot stay no more
My heart don't feel safe no more
She don't like lean she ask for the Runtz
Won't stop working 'till the deal is done
Flight to L.A, bae I gotta run
Love for my pops, just look at his son
My shoulder, I'm keeping it cold
She want love and I say no
She wanna' argue whеn we get home
Would you shut up and just cut on thе show
Like, damn, I made 'em believe
We ain't no different, you can do anything
You ain't giving up, like, what do you mean
They can take almost everything, not your dream
Oh, oh, oh
[Chorus]
I think I'm better alone, when I'm with you I no longer feel strong
Bitch, tell me what's up, why you don't give a fuck
I'm in Atlanta like I was a Brave, don't want you to leave but won't beg you to stay
In here like oh
Like woah
[Chorus]
You need you some lovin, like who you gon' call
I lost me some weight when I learned how to ball
I left her by the Winter, we met in the Fall
They wanted a little, I wanted it all
This Red Eye impress her, she like how it zoom
I aimed for the stars built a crib on the moon
Wrote my best shit, it was me and the room
Keep the bed warm, I'm coming home soon
[Verse 2]
And she broke my heart for the hell of it
So I got a bag and it's heavy as elephant
Feel like Che, oh, I just keep pedaling
I bought her some Prada, but she is so heaven-sent
How you gon' hate me without all the evidence
My heart on my sleeve, but I don't rock Vetements
Got me some money, I treat it like medicine
I was just stuck at the bottom like sediment
I was just stuck in the
Wait
We both equal parts like a eight
Yo' homeboy a square, you the same shape
Oh, woah, woah
Different designer on me, I mismatch
I don't want her, like, come get your bitch back
She want a Perky, I gave her a tic-tac
These are not Converse hoe, this Raf
Live from the lab cooked six tracks
I'm just waiting to get me the mix back
The diamonds is clear but the whip black
Bend on your block and we slip past
I'm askin' you please bae
Don't lie to me
This is forever creating a dynasty
I know that I am what these boys are trying to be
You fucked it up, so please do not cry to me
I do not like it, she into astrology
The whip is a spaceship, I study astronomy
Know that you wrong, God gave you autonomy
I feel like a stepdad
You might not like it but you is my son
Left hip cash, my right hold a gun
Never say it myself, but I heard I'm the one
She broke my heart, she did it for fun
I broke hers back, I did it because
That is my brother, and that mean a ton
He came from the dirt, I came from the mud
Whoa, I'm on go
Won't take it slow
I gave everything, and then did me some more
Whoa, I'm on go
Won't take it slow
I gave everything, and then did me some more
[Chorus]
You need you some lovin, like who you gon' call
I lost me some weight when I learned how to ball
I left her by the Winter, we met in the Fall
They wanted a little, I wanted it all
This Red Eye impress her, she like how it zoom
I aimed for the stars built a crib on the moon
Wrote my best shit, it was me and the room
Keep the bed warm, I'm coming home soon
[Bridge]
I love Young Hrt
[Chorus]
You need you some lovin, like who you gon' call
I lost me some weight when I learned how to ball
I left her by the Winter, we met in the Fall
They wanted a little, I wanted it all
This Red Eye impress her, she like how it zoom
I aimed for the stars built a crib on the moon
Wrote my best shit, it was me and the room
Keep the bed warm, I'm coming home soon
[Outro]
You need you some lovin, like who you gon' call
I lost me some weight when I learned how to ball
I left her by the Winter, we met in the Fall
They wanted a little, I wanted it all
This Red Eye impress her, she like how it zoom
I aimed for the stars built a crib on the moon
Wrote my best shit, it was me and the room
Keep the bed warm, I'm coming home soon
Credits

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