Verse 1 - Flame SA:
Calling on my phone asking me questions (yea)
Damn i am way too high don't have no answers (yea yea yea)
I'm just with the niggers and we trappin (and we trap yeah)
Outchea postin in the thug mansion (yea yea yea yea)
Smoking killo motherfuck the cops yea (motherfuck the system aye)
Smoking killo take it to the top yea (take it to the ceiling aye)
I'm just chilling smoking on this gas (smoking on this gas)
I ain't with no bitches if you asking (yea yea yea yea)
Posting up with my bro's smoking on some good shit
Then you start calling my phone asking me some bullshit
You looking for love i just got some good dick
I do not know love girl i am fucking clueless
Fucking clueless
Only thing i ever love is the music
Yeh i'm tryna bust a nut and the truth is
Baby you cannot be cuffed yous a lil trick
Yous a lil bih

Chorus Flame SA:
I've been on my own yeh own
Making songs baby see you on the weekend
Can i answer calls? not at all
In my zone girl i am faded off this cheese
Calling all my phones all night long
Just to tell me that you wetter than the deep end
But i be on my own yeh own making songs
Baby see you on the weekend
Verse 2 - Zoocci Coke Dope:
I've been all alone without you
I've been on my own without you
Where the hell I've been i'll show you proof
I've been with my niggers in the stu
All in the stu, not with another bitch
Acting like you mad i know you proud of it
You gone let me fuck or you gone politic
Girl you just need to swallow your pride a bit
We can rendezvous when i am done working
We do whatever we should do
You can bring your friends, i just pull up with the crew
This the way it's been baby this ain't nothing new
Are you gone let me work or you gone trip about it
When i'm finished we can always take a trip about it
Flying overseas at least i am not in these streets
These waves on MP3's get you whatever you need so please

Chorus Flame SA:
I've been on my own yeh own
Making songs baby see you on the weekend
Can i answer calls? not at all
In my zone girl i am faded off this cheese
Calling all my phones all night long
Just to tell me that you wetter than the deep end
But i be on my own yeh own making songs
Baby see you on the weekend