On “Alone With Me” Hopsin has an honest conversation with himself and reflects back on his career, love life, family and relationships.

Theme of suicide is present throughout the whole song and Hopsin uses… Read More [Verse 1]

Marcus fuckin' Hopson, my guy, what up? Don't mean to intervene

How are things goin'? Talk to me, how you livin' G?

You look so confused right now, do you remember me?

'Cause I've been with you since a teen, fuckin' you up mentally

I love it (I do) stayin' inside your head, where the rent is free

I'm just here to make sure you keep all your crazy tendencies

Look at yourself in disbelief, struggle with your identity

Stuck in depression until you diagnosed with it clinically

How's your love life? It's still a triflin' mess?

Nigga you thirty-five, you haven't found a wifey yet?

I mean, if I was you would I be stressed? Y-E-S

I guess a mail-order bride is nice, it might be best

So, how did you manage to get rich, yet be so empty?

Constantly stuck in a deep old frenzy

Maybe your ego ain't eco-friendly, bro you got a life that we don't envy

And I bet suicide must be so tempting, do it

[Chorus]

Wait, hold up (Damn) Fuck's wrong with me?

I can't leave me alone with me

I'm like, "Who is this nigga and why do I fear him?"

It couldn't be clearer, the man inside the mirror

Wait, hold up (Shit) It's got control of me

I don't know who I'm supposed to be

I'm like, "Who is this nigga and why do I fear him?"

It couldn't be clearer, the man inside the mirror

[Verse 2]

So, how's the rap life? Do people enjoy your music?

Or you still spittin' that bullshit to destroy the youth with?

Be honest, you live in the shadow of Joyner Lucas (Oh-oh)

You jealous? I know that you are, my point is proven

Fuck happened to you? You was spittin' so cold

You was the Ill Mind of Hopsin, on the list with the GOATs

Then you fell off, you should've took a different approach (Aw)

I hate to say it, but you'll never be like Kendrick or Cole, nigga

It's fucked up, that isn't fair, Marcus

I'm hopin' that God will answer your prayers, Marcus

But even if he does the chances are rare that you'll

Have hands in the air headlinin' Madison Square Garden

Nigga put the mic' down, don't you fight this fight

'Cause you the corny rapper only weird white kids like

So, every time the blogs post you, the comments gon' roast you

I would rather be dead than be caught livin' in your shoes

[Chorus]

Wait, hold up (I'm trippin') The fuck's wrong with me?

I can't leave me alone with me

I'm like, "Who is this nigga and why do I fear him?"

It couldn't be clearer, the man inside the mirror

Wait, hold up (Please stop) It's got control of me

I don't know who I'm supposed to be

I'm like, "Who is this nigga and why do I fear him?"

It couldn't be clearer, the man inside the mirror

[Verse 3]

Aight, I got an idea, I'll tell you how it works

It's gonna sound a little outrageous, but hear me out first

You turn your phone off for two weeks and start an outburst

Of worried family members, which leads to a local town search

But when they find you, you dead inside of your crib (Perfect)

With a letter that says goodbye to your kid

But you don't get to see him anyway 'cause your ex is wildin' and shit

So, in his little head, it's like you already died, it's a trip

While you reside in Heaven or Hell, whichever side that it is

Your baby mom's'll regret the shit she never tried to get fixed

If you're alive, chances are she'll never try to repent

I'm just tryna show you ways to exercise your revenge

All you want is love, right? Well, you gon' have to get some balls

Shoot your fuckin' brains out until they splat against the walls

I mean it has to hit the blogs and all your fans'll get involved

And you'll be missed, 'cause people don't know what they have until it's lost

[Bridge]

Hug your dad and kiss your mom before this transition is done

Into the new life, your current one is trash, it isn't fun

Yeah, everybody got problems and we all fightin' this big war

But your problems are different, you got nothin' to live for

[Chorus]

Wait, hold up (Oh no) The fuck's wrong with me?

I can't leave me alone with me

I'm like, "Who is this nigga and why do I fear him?"

It couldn't be clearer, the man inside the mirror

Wait, hold up (Please stop) It's got control of me

I don't know who I'm supposed to be

I'm like, "Who is this nigga and why do I fear him?"

It couldn't be clearer, the man inside the mirror

[Outro: Sadhguru]

What I'm thinking, what you're thinking is not the important thing

We're alive right now, that is the important thing

It is important that you focus on this fundamental sense of aliveness within you

And then you'll see there's a natural distance between you and your thought process

Once you create a little space between you and your mind, between you and your body, this is the end of suffering

Don't identify any thought as negative, because it's just a thought Who told you it's negative? It's just a thought, you're making it up

Maybe you like it, what's the problem?

If you understand it's just a thought, it has no power

If you think it's a reality, then it destroys you