Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Alonebola, artist - Kid SleepyDate of issue: 07.12.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Alonebola |
| Surprisingly sharp slurping soup in the dark |
| No silver spoons, thirsty Thursday knife tuned the fork |
| While sipping Cutty Sark sad in senseless shallow dive bars |
| City park marching, munching muchos Mallowmars |
| Voyage, navigate, wave spray, smoke haze |
| Frankie say, «relax…» malaise praise, always |
| I’m chock full and nuts with 80s phrases, no lie |
| I’m a fun guy on fungi, my whole life |
| Four score and seven, and seven on rocks |
| Adding nineteen to front, a renaissance detox |
| In response I beat box on big yachts for epochs |
| Then that box I beat ate my meat and drank beef… stock |
| Gee gosh time to get lost, watch me, Rolex |
| Rosettes earned from a Tarot deck of old text |
| Olmec, O.G. |
| «American», I owe debts |
| So bet, trust in these narratives, my soul’s blessed… … |
| Ya’ll’re silly psilocybin, simple Rick bastards |
| I’ll trip into alignment while rolling on casters |
| A titan on long island, enlightening dutch masters |
| The G.O.A.T., Kobe Bryant, two numbers in the rafters |
| Disaster, yo, he hiding, biding time, playing canasta |
| In sinister S.C.C.F. |
| with Pesci and Montana |
| Mean and green with Satriani’s mommy, rock the casbah |
| Hit it yo, DiMaggio, she makes her wish to Santa |
| On my lap, she laps it up, for seats in section c |
| Elect c-sections from erections, pass 'em C P 3 |
| Assess damaged from outlandish J C V D hustle bustle |
| Kick it with her, Keri Russel, Mission: Possible — eating mussels |
| Kitchen chronicles, methodical, barnacles, she stuck to me |
| Yeah I’m honest though, anatomicals… get pleased. |
| aww jeeez |
| She in between you know where and I’m tussling her hair |
| Superlative, I love this bitch, my Kentucky Derby mare |
| I’ll graph subtle puzzles, accumulate castles |
| While eating all the truffles with New York state assholes |
| Who permeate and saturate your Spotify shuffles |
| I’ll mitigate scuffles, I’m heavyweight with knuckles |
| I should change my name (to what?) to Lil Sleepy |
| Attain some fame and stop my lyrical graffiti |
| Cause rappers don’t rap no more, they auto tuned queers |
| Eminem been warming benches, nodding out, and growing beards |