Tank (piosenkarz) - Lonely (ft.Chris Brown)

[Intro: Tank]
Yeah, it's the general, C Breezy in the building
Yeah, it's that R&B money right here, let's get it

[Verse 1: Tank]
I brought hoes, I did that
Walked up in this motherfucker like the kid back
You see the ice, you see the Range
Truth is I'm just doing this to cover up the pain
She left me, for good reason
I disrespected home, you can call it treason
I'm in bleeding ones what my heart in leaking
Don't walk with it tonight I think I'll be cheating

[Pre-Chorus: Tank]
I told my waitress keep them bottles coming women all around me
I've been single for two or three weeks now, but who's counting?
Already replaced you with a new girl, new girl
She don't do for me the things you do, girl

[Chorus: Tank]
I'm still lonely, I'm still lonely
I'm steady trying to replace you with a new girl
In the end the only one I need is you girl
I'm still

[Post-Chorus: Tank]
Thinking 'bout you, girl I'm thinking bout you
Thinking 'bout you, damn I'm thinking bout you
All these new girls, they ain't you girl
Thinking 'bout you I'll be damned, I'm thinking 'bout you yeah

[Verse 1: Tank]
So many shots, just kill me now
But honey shed these tears of a fucking cloud
My heart is racing, could be the model
Or the fact that she up in here looking good without me
Look at them bottle,s them red bottoms, who was sponsoring that?
I'm gonna speak and try to make peace but look at this damn crowd
Look at this damn crowd, look at this damn crowd
Yeah, it's popping but if you with it we can leave now

[Pre-Chorus] + [Chorus] + [Post-Chorus]

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
Nigga off in this club, got a hundred girls in my VIP
I bet all of them wanna fuck, but only your ass can get to me
I'm throwing up this money, hella money spent, these fake ass nigga on that funny shit
I'mma get this on your level since you wanna trip, I'mma give a new girl the dick as your punishment
Now I'm back up in this club with my shirt off and my chain on
And I'm looking looking her booty, got that bomb shit on this Tank song
No matter how many girls wanna do me, I just want you back in my Range Rover
On the road, no clothes, on the pole, game over

[Pre-Chorus] + [Chorus] + [Post-Chorus]
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[Outro: Tank]
Still lonely, I'm still lonely
New girl, bottles popping, fast life
I'm still lonely, alone