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By Myself Video (MV)




Performed By: Stretch
Length: 3:56
Written by: Ramell Strickland II




Stretch - By Myself Lyrics




I'm so tired of being broke
Hit the doc and tell'er stitch me up
Quickly, yuh
Hurry in a jiffy, yuh
Now I'm in the city, uh
Even if it's windy, uh
Bobbin' Weavin' Whitney, uh
Drippin' and sippin' & no bullshittin' uh
No Scottie Pippen, uh
Hope they hear me, uh
Hope they feel me uh
I meant that shit sincerely uh

So im whippin up
Different stuff
Getting bucks
Kicking chucks
With my fam or With myself
With someone Who hasn't left
I'm not asking for the best
Im just asking for less stress
Im not asking for no help
I do bad all by myself
Yuh
I do bad all by myself
Yuhh
I do bad all...

I do bad all by myself
I do bad all by myself
I do bad all by myself
I do bad all by myself
I do bad all by myself
I do bad all by myself
I do bad all by myself
I do bad all by myself

But it gets better
Staying out the trap for that Jack & that Cheddar
Sleighing out the mouth. Like a Yak in December
Praying I get back to that man in the mirror
I'm seeing 20/20's in my hand and they freeze uh
Stack fall for infinite and I wont leave uh
Ya'll better open up your eyes and believe uh
I'm kickin' flava, now where's the waiter
Tell that nigga my fish plate is overseas... oned
Yehh
Cool, Like a breeze huh?
Yeah, hes on
It's a blessing how I sneeze on
Bark up my tree huh
No fleeing I might squeeze some
Lemon tell you how I branch out
And I won't leave none
Not to mention uh
I'm in vintage
Her bag davenchi, uh
Hope she miss me uh
Love it when she kiss me huh
Pretty, uh
Witty uh
Itty bitty titties uh
Half her like a fifty uh
Lick her till she dizzy uh
Dick her till shes fizzing uh
Did it till she hit me uh
Like Really uh
Guess you really pimpin uh
Limpin' uh
Now she wanna feel me uh
Trippin' uh

So im whippin up
Different stuff
Getting bucks
Kicking chucks
With my son or With myself
With someone Who hasn't left
I'm not asking for the best
Im just asking for less stress
Im not asking for no help
I do bad all by myself
Yuh
I do bad all by myself
Yuhh
I do bad all...

I do bad all by myself
I do bad all by myself
I do bad all by myself
I do bad all by myself
I do bad all by myself
I do bad all by myself
I do bad all by myself
I do bad all by myself

So, Im whipping up
It's like Curry when I swish it
All this Different stuff
It's Chicken Curry in my kitchen
Now Im Getting bucks
Lenses Never blurry, perfect vision
I'm running, Kicking chucks
Im In a hurry, on a mission
Moving quicker than ticks from a clock
Flowing sicker than the flu, a common cold, and the chicken pox
Get the gist or give me props
Blowing mystic mists with a twist on the rocks
I might just tip off the rim from the shots...
Ima drip till I drop

Mmm, mm, mm, mmm, m, m ,mm
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I'm so tired of being broke
Hit the doc and tell'er stitch me up
Quickly, yuh
Hurry in a jiffy, yuh
Now I'm in the city, uh
Even if it's windy, uh
Bobbin' Weavin' Whitney, uh
Drippin' and sippin' & no bullshittin' uh
No Scottie Pippen, uh
Hope they hear me, uh
Hope they feel me uh
I meant that shit sincerely uh

So im whippin up
Different stuff
Getting bucks
Kicking chucks
With my fam or With myself
With someone Who hasn't left
I'm not asking for the best
Im just asking for less stress
Im not asking for no help
I do bad all by myself
Yuh
I do bad all by myself
Yuhh
I do bad all...

I do bad all by myself
I do bad all by myself
I do bad all by myself
I do bad all by myself
I do bad all by myself
I do bad all by myself
I do bad all by myself
I do bad all by myself

But it gets better
Staying out the trap for that Jack & that Cheddar
Sleighing out the mouth. Like a Yak in December
Praying I get back to that man in the mirror
I'm seeing 20/20's in my hand and they freeze uh
Stack fall for infinite and I wont leave uh
Ya'll better open up your eyes and believe uh
I'm kickin' flava, now where's the waiter
Tell that nigga my fish plate is overseas... oned
Yehh
Cool, Like a breeze huh?
Yeah, hes on
It's a blessing how I sneeze on
Bark up my tree huh
No fleeing I might squeeze some
Lemon tell you how I branch out
And I won't leave none
Not to mention uh
I'm in vintage
Her bag davenchi, uh
Hope she miss me uh
Love it when she kiss me huh
Pretty, uh
Witty uh
Itty bitty titties uh
Half her like a fifty uh
Lick her till she dizzy uh
Dick her till shes fizzing uh
Did it till she hit me uh
Like Really uh
Guess you really pimpin uh
Limpin' uh
Now she wanna feel me uh
Trippin' uh

So im whippin up
Different stuff
Getting bucks
Kicking chucks
With my son or With myself
With someone Who hasn't left
I'm not asking for the best
Im just asking for less stress
Im not asking for no help
I do bad all by myself
Yuh
I do bad all by myself
Yuhh
I do bad all...

I do bad all by myself
I do bad all by myself
I do bad all by myself
I do bad all by myself
I do bad all by myself
I do bad all by myself
I do bad all by myself
I do bad all by myself

So, Im whipping up
It's like Curry when I swish it
All this Different stuff
It's Chicken Curry in my kitchen
Now Im Getting bucks
Lenses Never blurry, perfect vision
I'm running, Kicking chucks
Im In a hurry, on a mission
Moving quicker than ticks from a clock
Flowing sicker than the flu, a common cold, and the chicken pox
Get the gist or give me props
Blowing mystic mists with a twist on the rocks
I might just tip off the rim from the shots...
Ima drip till I drop

Mmm, mm, mm, mmm, m, m ,mm
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Writer: Ramell Strickland II
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