Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Alright , by - Dave B.. Song from the album BLEU, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 06.06.2019
Record label: Dave B, PCA
Song language: English
Alright |
| It’s like |
| (Always going to have somethin' to say) |
| This is a hunnid percent of how I feel in the moment |
| (Might as well give 'em something to talk about, it don’t matter what I do) |
| My life is made up of, of thousands and thousands upon different moments |
| And it’s just all about how I feel and I wanna know who that is |
| How many, what? |
| How many prophets need profit, what’s in your wallet? |
| How many homies you drown for end up solid? |
| How many souls done got traded for direct deposit just waitin' for you to fail |
| but you locked in and got it polished? |
| I am not one of these rap niggas |
| I don’t even fuck with no rap niggas |
| Just went to borrow money from my cousin, he got pistol on his belt, |
| he might just come up off his lap with it |
| Nobody loves you when they can use you, I used to think you was different, |
| I was foolish |
| Foolish, dead |
| Foolish, empty |
| I won’t risk it but that shit tempting |
| And all this (Honest) |
| Shit a nigga go through (Honest) |
| People ask me if I’m okay (Honest, Honest) |
| I don’t even know the truth (Honest, Honest) |
| Honestly, I’m so jaded (Honest, Honest) |
| 'Cause either way they judge you (Honest, Honest) |
| So don’t ask me if I’m okay (Honest, Honest) |
| 'Cause I don’t even know the truth (Honest, Honest) |
| «It's alright,» she say |
| «It gon' be alright» (Hey, it gon' be alright) |
| «It's alright,» she say («It's alright,» she say) |
| «You gon' be alright» (Ayy, ayy) |
| I just hopped off a Fallon with twenty to my name |
| Ben hit me two months later and got me on a plane |
| I’m in Australia, shit I scribbled in basement and back to Harlem to blow all |
| that paper, who’s dream I’m chasin'? |
| Soon after, what’s poppin' at |
| Hit some countries I can’t pronounce, some shows I won’t remember |
| Shorty’s pops passed, so it’s back to Seattle with it |
| Still high off my little waves so the only option is get it |
| The only problem, my mental dreams |
| Only so realistic and homies don’t need call me 'cause you know me, |
| I’m down to spend it |
| Who need to trip and fuck everything is your image |
| Who run the game 'cause little Dave is tryna scrimmage |
| And all this |
| Shit a nigga go through |
| People ask me if I’m okay |
| I don’t even know the truth |
| Honestly, I’m so jaded |
| 'Cause either way they judge you |
| So don’t ask me if I’m okay |
| 'Cause I don’t even know the truth |
| «It's alright,» she say (Honest, honest) |
| «It gon' be alright» (Honest, honest) |
| «It's alright,» she say (Honest, honest) |
| «You gon' be alright» (Honest, honest) |
| «It's alright,» she say (Honest, honest) |
| «It gon' be alright» (Honest, honest) |
| «It's alright,» she say (Honest, honest) |
| «You gon' be alright» (Honest, honest) |