Reproduced by @IDBeatz - Time Alone 3 lyrics

[Intro] Uh Yeah Young Stoney Time Alone 3 Aye [Verse 1] 361 my new home, dog, I swear really I f**ing love it here Karina back in Waco claiming that she doesn't care, that I'm gone but I know she lyin with her texts and the fact she really hated being on her own 18, 6'2, and I'm feelin grown I swear I get it on, every time I get up in yo A-P-T it's like the motherf**ing strip club You barley started smoking so I got to roll your sh** up I got codeine in my big cup Better yet it only looks big cause it's two stacked When I walk in the party yo girl like "Who that? I swear her eyes be saying that she wanna f** me But I don't f** whoever so she got a small chance of getting lucky Let a couple drinks back and then the truth isn't fuzzy Don't you ever say that you didn't trust me Cause I ain't' never gave you one single reason not to Can't deny I really used to want you Now my mind off you, separations what it got to They say that life's a b**h, well what her head game like? What you gon' do with your team when the best can't fight? Living in hell but I promise it won't be the rest of your life Taking everything slow like a breathe in the night Always loved the fresh air f**ed up in the head with my s** hair I can actually say I'm highly blessed player [Verse 2] Uh Yeah Coming through on this Wu-Tang Sometimes I feel like I'm Bruce Wayne Will I be Batman or will I be that man? I just wanna laugh and imagine, that if I take a chance no bad things gonna happen But really man what should I fear? I mean I've been through hell and I'm still right here Still doin all the things I shouldn't do You listened to the rules and look at you Think of all the sh** he put you through I'd treat so nice plus you cute too I could f** you so good then hold you like you need to be held They say don't judge a book by the cover but you can't see the cover when you sitting on the shelf All by yourself, it's okay to need help Ask about anything and baby it's yours You a song, you make me wanna hit chords Girl you gotta lot a**, can't really fit more Hit that sh** util it get sore I don't do this sh** for everybody but we got some Time Alone Stoney Wright on this sh**, baby I'm a fly you home