Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Alone, artist - Kid $ixty. Album song Alone, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 08.09.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Kid $ixty
Song language: English
Alone |
Skillful player more money than a ball player |
You might wanna say a prayer |
When you walk up see the slayer |
Flew the bitch outta town |
And she wanna fuck around smoking weed by the pound |
We don’t fuck around told that bitch to calm down |
All she yelling in the background |
Check my credential |
My wrist presidential |
Flow existential |
All this info head like I’m |
Change the world this shit is essential |
All this negligence people want some relevance |
Why gotta test my intelligence |
Don’t need your elegance |
We both know the ending |
No point in pretending |
You’re really good at spending like a housewife |
Let me tell you 'bout my life |
Sharp as a knife |
I been there there were many there |
Been everywhere anywhere call it square |
When I pull up I don’t care |
Lonely nights alone used to selling on the phone |
When you come back home wearing his cologne |
You lied you said you were alone |
The truth is well known |
He marches like a combat zone |
Yeah, might break his bones |
Then I need a tombstone |
I’m fully grown |
Very well known in the zone that’s a milestone |
Might be instinct in my chromosome |
Yeah, In LA that’s my home |
Ayy that’s my home |
Streets full of violence |
The sound of sirens |
The people want some silence |
But all they really need is guidance |
Equality is timeless |
Defiance and the politics cause every politic is like a bag of tricks, |
And we don’t flip these bricks |
We just hold these loaded clips |
Praying for an apocalypse |
Against aristocracy |
Fuck this hypocrisy |
Maybe one day I’ll win the lottery |
Beat the poverty run away from inequality |
And life sometimes feels like a robbery |
You have to spray and pray that life will go your way |
A lot of people think they have a say |
Just let them die away |
make it go away |
When I’m far away |
Maybe I’ll just fade away |
Til the holy day |
Lonely nights alone used to selling on the phone |
When you come back home wearing his cologne |
You lied you said you were alone |
The truth is well known |
He marches like a combat zone |
Yeah, might break his bones |
Then I need a tombstone |
I’m fully grown |
Very well known in the zone that’s a milestone |
Might be instinct in my chromosome |
Yeah, in LA that’s my home |
Ayy that’s my home |