Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Alkaline, artist - KOTA The Friend. Album song FOTO, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 14.05.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: FLTBYS
Song language: English
Alkaline |
| Lately I just say I’m outta town |
| Cause I don’t really care to be around |
| I been making up for my mistakes |
| I’ve been through a lot, I need a break |
| More life, Never caught |
| Wrong place at the wrong time |
| I ain’t had no chicken in a long time |
| I ain’t seen my youngin' in a fortnight |
| Got a demon triggering the porch light |
| Oh nah! |
| Stay alone cause a lot of y’all the faux kind |
| I don’t trust you if you tell me that you don’t lie |
| Asking how I’m doing, yeah I’m doing fine |
| Don’t you know the foolish always grow wise |
| Capetown with the kinfolk, we don’t play around |
| Grandma was on the slave ship but we home now |
| Mama do not work the grave shift, she in Rome now |
| USA be on that bullshit, better go now |
| Aye! |
| Homie why you stressing, We got one foot in the grave |
| Brother get your money, get yo ass up on the plane |
| Why you with this women if you know she playing games? |
| Why you with this nigga if he treat you like you lame? |
| Let go. |
| You ain’t gotta hold on no more |
| If you got a good thing, go for it |
| We ain’t with the bad things no more |
| Yo, you gotta let go. |
| Let go! |
| You ain’t gotta hold on no more |
| If you got a good thing, go for it |
| We ain’t with the bad things no more |
| They be saying Karma is a bitch, ah |
| But I don’t let them talk about my friends, nah |
| You was taking people from their kids, now you bitter cause I’m chillin' with |
| my kin now, wow |
| I don’t need if I didn’t pull it from the ground |
| Gotta a lot of love so I give to the crowd |
| Man I swear my great, great Grandma would be proud |
| We ain’t pickin' cotton, I’m the nigga with the crown |
| «Thank you very much, its uh, privilege and a honor to be a in the wide |
| intellectual ghetto of the West» |
| In the car, in LA on the 99 |
| Sunrise, Red Sky, Ambience |
| Bad days, Rear view, and they stay behind |
| PH 'round 9, livin' alkaline |
| Black boy, You could be what you want to be |
| You the one that carry that baton when they come for me |
| Came from, the concrete that’s a fizzy fact |
| Came up, clear streams in the grizzy grass |
| Keepin' it honest |
| They try to kill you, I promise |
| They do it all for the commas |
| I stay alive for my children, I don’t be trustin' they doctors |
| Politicians is phony, they be villians, imposters |
| They gonna tell you its gold, but show it really be copper |
| And they don’t want you tappin' into all that spirit inside us |
| They want you chasin' the carrot |
| Want you fiendin for pradas |
| They want you sick til you vomit |
| Cause you no use when you concious |