[Intro]

(*phone ringing*)

Yo, sorry I missed your call, leave me a message, and I'll hit you back

(*beep* Hey-)

(*whistle*)

[Chorus]

Must be nice
All sat, boys to the right
You can run, but you can't hide
You in my sight
Guess I'm gon' see you tonight
But hopefully, I do not die
Cause' I'm feeling low, (low, low, low, low)

(I've been thinking about you-)

I just wanna go hang with my bros, (bros, bros, bros, bros)

(I miss you-)
Baby, don't call me, I won't get the phone, (phone, phone, phone, phone)

(I want to go back to the old days-)
(Yeah, nah)

I'm best on my lonesome, so leave me alone (lone, lone, lone, lone)

(Kinda just called to hear your voice-)

I feel bеst on my own

[Verse 1]

When I hear [?], swear to god, thеy gon' speak for me
She want my heart, but the FaceTime is pixelly (bo-bo-bo-boom)
Lil' boy, get out my vicinity
She want my name, but she not really into me

Gucci step walkin', deep voice talkin'
Must be nice, if your shawty is poppin'
Hit more me, baby, there ain't no options
I grab my stick in my bag, and get walkin'
She said, "Khalil, can you keep your soul safe for me?"
I said, "I'd do it so gracefully"
Shawty, keep up, keep your pace with me
I wrote this up, and you gon' face with me
Gucci step walkin', deep voice talkin'
Fresh to the bones, when they sittin' in my coffin
Iced out fit, backpack, when I'm flossin'
Told me that I couldn't do it
Now you in the bleachers watchin'

[Chorus]

Must be nice
All sat, boys to the right
You can run, but you can't hide
You in my sight
Guess I'm gon' see you tonight
But hopefully, I do not die
Cause' I'm feeling low, (low, low, low, low)
I just wanna go hang with my bros, (bros, bros, bros, bros)
Baby, don't call me, I won't get the phone, (phone, phone, phone, phone)
I'm best on my lonesome, so leave me alone (lone, lone, lone, lone)
I feel best on my own

(I miss being around you, hearing your laugh, and holding your hand. I think of you every day)

[Verse 2]

Mis-[de]scribe all the lies that these hoes started tellin' me
Hopped in my bag, got coffee, not failing me
Said he gon' snatch up my energy (What?)
I rather have that, than my fans be fake into me
When I talk, it hits
I'm a young king, so I talk like this
My kicks too fresh, that's why I walk like this
Do you really love me, or are you just tryin' to dip?
It really don't matter
Either way, pockets grow fatter
Filled up her stomach, now empty my bladder
I'm blackin' that mile, so I don't do no chatter
She next in line, so please step to the platter

When I speak, it still hittin'
Wrote up this song, I was sittin' in my kitchen
Multi-tasking, doing two different [?]
I'd rather stand on my tips than just be sittin'

[Pre- Chorus]

Must be nice
Imma bring the dark to the light
Let that little thing shine
Got paint in my eyes
I gotta keep it on hide
But for the right person, I shine

[Chorus]

Must be nice
All sat, boys to the right
You can run, but you can't hide
You in my sight
Guess I'm gon' see you tonight
But hopefully, I do not die
Cause' I'm feeling low, (low, low, low, low)
I just wanna go hang with my bros, (bros, bros, bros, bros)
Baby, don't call me, I won't get the phone, (phone, phone, phone, phone)
I'm best on my lonesome, so leave me alone (lone, lone, lone, lone)
I feel best on my own