Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Alone / EA6 , by - 6LACK. Release date: 17.11.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Alone / EA6 |
| Ummmm… migraines from over thinkin' |
| I’m tryna let go, I’m tryna let go |
| Let go of the past, man that shit been tryna creep up, up |
| Contemplatin' on if I’m really as strong as I thought, bitch I might be |
| Quick to pull me down but as much as I’ve seen, I can’t fall, it’s unlikely |
| Then she get a lil' twisted up |
| I put my troubles in a dirty then I mix it up |
| I’m 'bout to change my number like I haven’t switched enough |
| This is home and you aims on six and up, gone |
| I’m from East Atlanta zone |
| If you ain’t from it, take your ass home |
| I let my heart talk, keep my mental strong |
| Speak the whole truth 'til my money long |
| Half of them don’t even know your name. |
| I don’t want that, I want people to |
| know who the fuck I am. |
| I want people to know what I stand for. |
| I want people |
| to be personal and know, «This is 6LACK, this is what he believe in…» |
| What we needa talk about? |
| Get gone, get gone, get yeah… |
| I got the past whisperin' in my ear |
| He floss, she flaw, what’s wrong? |
| I got troubles and they won’t leave me alone |
| It seem like everybody got somethin' to say |
| Everybody got a little dirt they tryna get off of they face |
| Everybody got an opinion and I don’t want one |
| Tryna tell me a better way to do some shit you ain’t never done |
| Six drink in the booth, Black down to my shoes |
| Kick shit with my troops, kickin' shit, Ryu |
| You not with this shit, why you |
| Front for those who don’t matter when they not thinkin' 'bout you |
| If I learned anything it’ll probably be to listen more than I talk |
| And don’t brag about what I got, just multiply what I brought |
| I never dwell on a loss, never give a nigga sauce |
| He might run off with it all, he might run off with it all |
| He might run off with it… he might run off with it all |
| What we needa talk about? |
| Get gone, get gone, get yeah… |
| I got the past whisperin' in my ear |
| He floss, she floss, what’s wrong? |
| I got troubles and they won’t leave me alone |
| Get gone, get gone, get yeah… |
| I got the past whisperin' in my ear |
| He floss, she floss, what’s wrong? |
| I got troubles and they won’t leave me alone |
| I feel like I’m more of myself than I’ve ever been. |
| Which is something that you |
| really gotta come to face with sometimes… 'cause I thought I was, you know, |
| fully myself twenty-four, seven, but nope. |
| Like right now is how I’m supposed |
| to grow all the time. |
| It’s how supposed to be all the time, it’s how I’m |
| supposed to think all the time. |
| Now I know going out of this, I know leaving this, a lot of that will follow me. |
| But it doesn’t end with this, you know, like I take it and I… |
| I live with it every day. |
| I see the people around me and… I feel so much. |
| I wanna put it in words and try to figure out where to go with it, |
| but I feel so much. |
| I know they don’t even feel as much as I feel. |
| But that’s alright, that’s alright. |
| We have two different purposes. |
| Clearly my purpose is some shit that’s way |
| fuckin' bigger than me and then it gets completely quiet and I’m at the beach. |
| I know I’m one person but I kinda feel like this ripple effect is gonna impact |
| a lot of people. |
| Yup, I feel God talkin'. |
| When he talks everything else is |
| silent… |
| Summer 2011 I almost lost my faith in God |
| Same time I never prayed so hard |
| Took control of my life so I wouldn’t have to take no job |
| Press play, I couldn’t take no pause |
| I’m from East Atlanta six, they don’t play that shit |
| In East Atlanta six you better make that lick |
| Or they be at your front door with that gun though |
| Know that nigga’s Nick Cannon with the fuckin' drum roll |
| East Side 'til a nigga die, Beast Mode 'til a nigga cry |
| Sensei make a nigga fly, shit hard but you gotta try |
| If I can do it, you can do it too, time to be a better guy |
| I found the answer ridin' down Candler |
| I’m late for court 'cause traffic on Moreland |
| I’m tryna preach to y’all what’s important |
| So hard for me to ignore, ignore it |
| I don’t know why I feel it’s my place |
| I know you see the pain in my face |
| I call the shots and move at my pace |
| But I understand it’s all a big race |
| I understand you want that big face |
| They offerin' the hate, it’s hard for me to say |
| That I wouldn’t bite the bait they threw me |
| Be cautious where you play, there’s darkness in the A |
| Yeah, yeah… |
| Be cautious where you play, there’s darkness in the A |
| Yeah, yeah… |
| Be cautious where you play, there’s darkness in the A |
| Yeah, yeah… |
| Be cautious where you play, there’s darkness in the A |
| Yeah, yeah… |
| Be cautious where you play, there’s darkness in the A |
| Yeah, yeah… |
| A town stomp on the old me |
| Used to ride through the hood with the slow creep |
| People gon' love what they don’t need |
| I remember what the OG’s told me |
| You better shine bright when the lights down |
| Less talk, more show, nigga pipe down |
| 'Cause words ain’t shit but your thoughts out loud |
| And thoughts are the opposite of showin' nigga’s how |
| Be cautious where you play, there’s darkness in the A |
| Be cautious where you play, there’s darkness in the A |
| Be cautious where you play, there’s darkness in the A |
| Be cautious where you play, there’s darkness in the A |