​lonely lyrics

[Intro: Bobby Vinton]
Lonely, I'm Mr. Lonely
I have nobody for my own
I'm so lonely, I'm Mr. Lonely
I have nobody for my own (whysee)
I'm so—

[Chorus: 22december]
Got so many b*tches on me, I swear I could never be lonely
You not like me, for real, rockin' that fake-ass sh*t, you a phoney
How many horses you got? I bet you ain't even got a pony
How you keep talkin' sh*t about me? Lil' bro, you don't even know me
I, I got a lot, I got a lot of f*ckin' swag in my closet, lot of cash in my pocket
Brand new jeans from Gallery, and they keep draggin' when I'm walkin'
Baby, if you tryin' to link, then you know we ain't do no talkin'

[Verse]
Yeah, I done smoked too much, I done got too fried
I got two bad b*tches f*ckin' on me, yeah, they bi
I can't entertain no b*tch, no, you ain't gettin' no reply
I don't give no f*cks 'bout what you heard, baby, I'm that guy
Baby, I'm the sh*t, I just mixed the Balenciaga up with the Ricks
I just copped a brand new whip, now I'm finna push to start it
I ain't got no love for you, girl, I'm so damn heartless
Yeah, I'm doing me regardless, I just been workin' the hardest
All of these b*tches keep hittin' my phone 'cause they wanna f*ck with a artist
Took a flight out to Japan just to cop some garments
My fit splattered up with paint, straight from the Department
[Chorus: 22december]
Got so many b*tches on me, I swear I could never be lonely
You not like me, for real, rockin' that fake-ass sh*t, you a phoney
How many horses you got? I bet you ain't even got a pony
How you keep talkin' sh*t about me? Lil' bro, you don't even know me
I, I got a lot, I got a lot of f*ckin' swag in my closet, lot of cash in my pocket
Brand new jeans from Gallery, and they keep draggin' when I'm walkin'
Baby, if you tryin' to link, then you know we ain't do no talkin'