MISS THE GANG

I feel alone, it's okay with me My microphone spends the day with me I left my home for LA to dream I think of home, I miss the gang with me Man I miss the gang I miss the gang, I miss the gang, I miss the gang If I never say it to your face, I miss the gang Miss the way we link up at the crib and hit the game Miss the way we'd pull down on some hoes and do our own thang Round em up I know you looking down I know you proud of us It hurt my soul that you ain't round with us I'm angry shouting up, "why'd you have to take my bruh?" We was up, these days feeling down and up Grief in my gut and the pain keep piling up And yea I try to vent to someone but no one round enough And yeah I'm feeling like my heart numb I ain't around the love Time's up Out of luck, out of love I could use a call right now from ya Vocals from our old songs don't do enough Why you leave me 'lone I need you wit us I feel alone, it's okay with me My microphone spends the day with me I left my home for LA to dream I think of home, I miss the gang with me Man I miss the gang I miss the gang, I miss the gang, I miss the gang If I never say it to your face, I miss the gang Miss the way we link up at the crib and hit the game Miss the way we'd pull down on some hoes and do our own thang Wake up in the morning wish it all could be a dream Empty where my heart is used to wear it on my sleeve Take it up with God and I ask him what it means Why me, why me, why me Worried and praying Wish I could redo the days we was angry And I can't act like I'm okay, can you save me And I can't act like I'm okay, can you save me And I don't know if it's the weed but I feel hazy I need to go to therapy and instead of feeling crazy Why me, why me, why me Why me , why me, why me I feel alone, it's okay with me My microphone spends the day with me I left my home for LA to dream I think of home, I miss the gang with me Man I miss the gang I miss the gang, I miss the gang, I miss the gang If I never say it to your face, I miss the gang Miss the way we link up at the crib and hit the game Miss the way we'd pull down on some hoes and do our own thang