Lorine Chia - On My Own lyrics

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Lorine Chia - On My Own lyrics

[Produced by Blended Babies] [Verse 1: Chuck Inglish] Let me get a no (“no!”) we don't patronize that Live from the mic where we customize raps We write the whole check, don't split [?] Incense [?] billow in the room I'mma take this and chill Make medication for that, now pop a pill Slow, like a snail in a [?] rap What's the real deal [?] get the baggages packed Good job, let me send you this postcard Stamps cost an arm and a leg, congratulate y'all Don't drop it, you had it in your hands [?] with short arms, gotta learn how to throw it far The nature of me, San Diego Chargers Dodgers, managers, Tommy [?] [?] with gla**es, toast This is what we came here for, take notes Outside in the storm and I'm sittin' on the [?] Sellin' umbrellas, [?] jackets and raincoats [Hook: Lorine Chia] Ain't no givin' my soul Ain't nobody I owe I'mma just go on my own Know I gotta make this dough [Verse 2: Sir Michael Rocks] I couldn't settle for the ‘coulda, shoulda, woulda' So I took my shot like a 15-footer Backboard gla** n***a and I still throw my setup mans M-Town, M's down better clear the lane When we charge through, my homeboys feel the same Can't let that time writtin' rhymes all go in vain Grab this dog by the chain til I'm ridin' in that thing That's all that I really want, the car, some change You gotta chill, bump into that table make the pasta spill They gonna charge you for the bill, your pop as well Man I had fish fillet with the pasta shells I'm feelin' cleaner than a mobster, they watch us well This industry is like Contra if they don't really want you In there, been there, done that, run back, run laps ‘round most n***as with ease, we posted in the Keyes of Florida Offshore and they hopin' that we leave But we already sorta set up shop for the week Boat shoes on a boat, both pa**enger seats is filled in Gla** bottom floor you can build in [Hook]