Alone - L'Orange, Blu

There was a man who got a stadium, a man who got a farm

A field, a auditorium, and one who got none

A man who got riches, the bitches, glamour, the glitz

The ritz, fitz, the roxy, and a God who got none

I once knew a man who couldn’t afford Japan

His land is perfect, future is promised, even his son

All he wanted was his home, his family, transportation

A weekend maybe- vacation, from slavin' and make his own

His hill was built in the 50's, and now it’s covered like the sunken pyramids

That the King Djoser once called his home

I do belong in my skin, then again it’s just flesh

I’m 29, I can’t wait to see my daughter make a mess

Ayo…

(All by myself… darling x4)

Yeah alone

There was woman who was flattered, flirtatious, prestigious status

The baddest bitch in the mansion, no matter, she was the one

She got was she was looking for

Got it right out a cookie drawer

She could be more in life than a whore

I’m sure she will

I thought of Courtney Love, Kurt Cobain

Basquiat and his things

And all the fallen victims of bitches, riches, and fames

A woman who had nothing was perfect

Even a servant,

Performing for one observer, 'I murdered you in your sleep'

My eyes were filled of toxins and products, that I was cautious in telling you

about

Since you were oversensitive when you sleep

I knew you, I blew a kiss to you

You wanted a song, just to say you got the world, and it’s yours

There was a child who was special

Like pedals that skipped water

Like daughters who skipped school to be lawyers and Jewish people

I used to study Israel, Judea, David and Solomon, Simon

Forgot his name and my mama thought I was Daniel

Elijah, where is Elijah?

John, the pompous prisoner of love

But love is not miserable

No she is free

She is, uh (All by myself… darling x2)