Lonely lyrics

Artist  : P. Diddy 
Song : Lonely



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 [P. Diddy]

This goes out to my nigga
B.I.G.

Listen to me playboy, check dis
out

I go, on and on and on and

Won't take
her to the crib unless she's bonin'

PD call
her on the phone and

Promise I'll leave her
moanin'

Now she zonin'

Tellin' me she's
all alone and

Love the dark chocolate tone
and

Ahead of my time, I live what's said in
my rhymes

The cars and the chedda is
mine

We ain't, the type to sit back and lose
focus

Spit that mack-a-docious

Most
ferocious

Cash all in my holsters

Burn
more bread than toasters

You must know this,
the cats I'm with is the coldest

Hip-hop
quota but quote this

Back on the track again,
thats whats happenin'

Please believe it, we on
top and won't leave it



[Chorus:
Kokane]

Sometimes I feel like I'm
lonely

And sometimes I feel like I'm
lonely



[Kain]

Uh, uh, yeah

Ey yo
C-I-O-F-F-I-E

Q-U-double E-N-Z

Come on ma
your riding with me

Leave the lame respect
the game

When you hanging on my arm you
expect the same

And, extasy when you sex the
Kain

I, only link with the wealthiest

And
only cop jewels if it drop celcius

Now, you
can run but you can never hide

But, where you
go when the temperature rise

It's Bad Boy see
death in ya eyes

Kain Cioffe the next on the
rise

Damagin' shit hot stamina split

You
got screwball raps we the hammerin'
clique

Limo, the club, and the cameras'll
flip

Money, music women son we standin' in it
HA!



[Chorus]



[Mark
Curry]

Yo, yo, yo, yo

Don't panic, don't
take this for granted

I did then still do and
always ran it

A lot to gain when I say I'm off
the chain

The shit I spit...burn
flames

Who's controllin' this

I can make
the bitches grin

Cuz I get money and run with
the richest men

Knockin' at ya door it's Curry
again

Been down since the jump off
begin

You know who I am

Don't get it all
twisted up

Get the cash to my hands be all
blistered up

We can pick it up, we can drop
it low

Recognize what it is when I come
through the door

Not partyin' and pimpin', I
walk wit a limp

Once I took it to the top I
ain't fell off since

Stay high stay fly stay
cool in the fan

Ain't none of y'all seein' ya
man

Get a grip
niggas



[Chorus]



[Kokane]

(On
guard, defend yo' self) It's lonely at the top hey
hey (repeated twice)