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 b**hes, 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 b**h 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 who*e
I'm sure she will
I thought of Courtney Love, Kurt Cobain
Basquiat and his things
And all the fallen victims of b**hes, 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 dying
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)