Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Walk Alone, artist - Deuce. Album song Nine Lives, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 23.04.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Five Seven
Song language: English
Walk Alone |
You want my life, |
you wanna take away whats mine, |
but I got my rights |
and I’ll keep singing ‘till the sun don’t rise. |
It’s like a game for me to watch you suffer in pain, |
it’s my favorite thing, and I’m a do this shit ‘till your slain. |
You can go and ask God, even he wants you dead. |
I’ll put your name to shame everytime that my pen hits the paper. |
Mister, «Mr. |
I’m the new Jonathan Davis», |
who tries to rap but can’t even sing, |
the only time he sounds good is when he’s spreading his rumors, |
or filling up his beer gut with the last of his Coors. |
Crap, I ain’t done yet, and don’t you ever compare me to you, |
I’m the next Trent, your that dude workin' Pro Tools at noon |
and now your chockin' ‘cause your career is over for you. |
I fuckin' smoked you, both you. |
Don’t you got something betta' to do, than tell each other who’s cuter? |
«Mr. |
Cool Dude», oh yeah, I forgot to tell you that your mom’s a loose bitch, |
and her two kids can suck my dick, you know who this is. |
As I walk alone, I still sing for tomorrow. |
Don’t you forget that when I meet you there won’t be no sorrow. |
These streets are cold but this lonely road I follow. |
I’m not scared cause I know coming home tomorrow. |
Dr. Drew says he don’t like me. |
If he’s got a problem with my penis he can |
fight me. |
Motherfuckers think ‘cause I’m on the radio they can buy me and put this |
asshole right beside me. |
You think I’m a sit here lying? |
Fuck that, I ain’t gonna let no psychooooo punk |
back. |
In my city, nine milli' milli' sing it with me, I got the Truth in the Spirit, |
you can try and hit me. |
Theres a certain magic when I spit, and only few can match it ‘cause I’m right |
above the ceiling, |
its a normal habit, thats why these people say I kill it, thank God he made a magnet to take apart these feelings. |
So when you meet me, just say «Hi, how you doin'?» |
I don’t need that other crap |
like «Wow, I knew how you grew up» |
or you can take the other route and just say «Wow, how you blew up», |
but behind my back your saying «how the fuck did he do it?» |
Chrous |
(Yo) |
Yeah some may view me as the villain, portray me like a felon, |
so my musics like a weapon, my mind is like my senses, |
I know when they pretend shit, actin' like its friendship, |
kiss my fuckin' necklace. |
Ask Joel he’s my mother fuckin' witness, |
and every single line I spit, I spit like I’m Tupac and shit. |
Heheh, Yeah I’m still rockin' it, still walkin' it, and they ask Deuce «why you |
still takin' it?» |