A-Q & Brymo – All by Yourself Lyrics

All by Yourself

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"All by Yourself." - A-Q & Brymo

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 04:45 am

Album: Ethos

Track No: 10

I've never been there before
Never knew if I had this one before
The messiah will call his father bluff
And all the barns and the bridges will burn
You're over yourself, you're all by yourself
Oh, I'm thinking that you know, oh
Oh, I'm happy that you know
It's okay, they don't know that you know
It's alright, it's alright
Uh
It's hard to believe we all gonna die someday
It's kinda fucked up that you had to pick a Saturday
Fucked up my weekends, now you really made it hard to pray
What's there to pray for, when on the real I could just die today
I sound ungrateful for all thе crazy times you held my back
I text you now and wait, but you don't tеxt me back
How could we go through all the things that we supposed to
And you wouldn't be here to get it back, your passing made me antisocial
Fuck my vocals, making this song wouldn't bring my homie back
My brother said, "Breathe," I said, "Who made the track?"
You know them clowns, always around when you feeling down
Blood-sucking anopheles, you leeches, what you want from me?
You told me that it was our time, and I made something happen
Picture us laughing while we yapping on the phone as time would pass
And I be thinking to myself, you should have taken the vaccine
They caught my homie lacking
Who would have thought I'd be backtracking when we should be stacking
Another funeral, I'm tryna be there for your brothers
I couldn't face your mother 'cause I feel I failed ya
I'm gonna miss you while you're gone, you left your brother all alone
How long we mourn?
Life goes on
Oh, I'm thinking that you know
Oh, I'm happy that you know
It's okay, they don't know that you know
It's alright, it's alright
Give us a new word, Balenciaga, life na baga
Q, you have to give us a new word, Balenciaga, life na baga
Handle am, handle am, handle am, I feel am
I know he's going to come and use voice and want to-
But no, no, no, this particular one
I like your last eight bars and I like, I like what you did, I feel am

Writer(s): Gilbert Bani & Olawale Ibrahim Ashimi.

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