Childish Gambino - Be Alone lyrics

[Hook:] I don't wanna be alone I don't wanna be alone I don't wanna be alone Oh, oh, oh I don't wanna be alone I don't wanna be alone I don't wanna be alone Oh, oh, oh 'Cause ya know, somewhere inside I cannot find The feeling I got from you No, somewhere inside I cannot find The feeling I got from you [Verse 1:] Hard for a pitchfork, soft for a Rockefeller Music was my side chick, but now we're moving in together Always felt misunderstood, I guess I have to tolerate My swag Jehovah Witness, dude, it never take a holiday APC jeans, brown leather jacket on Kitsuné cable knit, cardigan from Rag & Bone Thick Filipino chick, homemade bracelet Her booty make her just a rapper, she ain't gotta say sh** I'm someone they admire Set the game ablaze, I'm an arcade fire Laughed at my rides like my motion was funny Yes, ashy to cla**y, my lotion is money The ride is easy when the dollar's there to grease the wheels Now everybody tell me what to do and how to feel It seems the more I try to connect with the world I am feeling more alone than I ever have felt before I wanna pick up the phone, ask my dad how to handle it But what will happen when my dad's not there to answer it? I try to clear my mind of thoughts that only slow me down Like when these n***as call me "f*ggot" and "we homies now" But we are not homies, I just keep you around 'Cause all your talkin' is the noise I need to k** this sound Have all these voices tellin' me no one can help me out We are alone I'm just the only one to figure out [Hook] [Verse 2:] "You are the bestest, I will obey you" These words I wrote for you when you were f**in' other dudes The only thing I need from you now is some solitude Actions over words, "girls will be girls, " that's all it proves I used to be this guy sittin' with an open heart Now my computer screen's the only place I feel a spark I don't f** with fake b**hes except for when I f** with fake b**hes Canon 5D to take pictures of these girls who wouldn't talk to me a year ago 49er chick askin' for money, she get zero, though Here I go again talkin' money, women, and clothes, and cars, right? You could switch all of my words out with Plies', right? People sayin' we're the same, please, come from under me We are just some rappers, got no luxury of subtlety No subjects when we're rappin', we say it like we hear it I put it on a track but I hope you get the spirit 'cause [Hook]