Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Intro (The Kid's Alright), artist - Taylor Bennett. Date of issue: 10.04.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Intro (The Kid's Alright) |
| Kids ain’t all bad, ain’t no fallback |
| We heard all them sing |
| Pain don’t fall back, leave don’t call back |
| We’ve seen all these things |
| Where’s your heart at, darkened, all black |
| Ain’t no fallback dream |
| Must be why God made me lyrical |
| This music deeper than spiritual |
| This the hello, how you feelin flow |
| This I want it, I could get it though |
| This an update, this an interview |
| These the words when they was meant for you |
| This the spark that I could give to you |
| Lyrically, but you could feel it though |
| This an update, this an interview |
| Nothing short but of a miracle, ugh |
| I had to show 'em that I’m not lil' bro |
| I can’t vote for no future that’s frivolous |
| My shoulders got broader, my music got smarter |
| I work like this shit is a privilege |
| Damn they’re still facing imprisonment |
| All of this work in my catalog fidgeting |
| I took a break like it’s bad on my ligaments |
| Two months in Cali then back at my residence |
| Listen, when God sends his messages |
| I made a masterpiece, I’m from America |
| There ain’t no miracles, that shit hysterical |
| I’ve seen some things you would think was unbearable |
| Niacin, Niacin, Niacin |
| Said I’d stop smoking, I just keep on buying it |
| Know how it feels to be stuck in environments |
| Know how it feels not to reach the requirements |
| I been so foolish since third grade |
| Hummingbirds stuck in a bird cage |
| Cigarettes, cigarettes, cigarettes |
| Losin' my voice at a slow pace |
| Marlboro Reds on my worst days |
| Only sober on my birthdays |
| 20 tryna make a earthquake |
| Just put down a lease on my first place |
| Still at home like at third base |
| I ain’t even got a work space |
| Workin' where we trap and serve at |
| Surveillance on me, I could merch it |
| More than God starin' from the surface |
| More than demons, goblins, and these serpents |
| In my conscience tryna make me nervous |
| It’s my karma comin' for my verses |
| More better blues till I’m worthless |
| 'Till my teeth gone, I’ma sleep wrong |
| I’ma keep knowing I got a purpose |
| If I’m sleeped on, I’mma keep on |
| 'Till my arms break from the jerkin' |
| I’ma sing songs like it’s Easter morn' |
| And you need something from this sermon |
| 'Fore you breakdown, and you’re face down |
| I’mma make songs for your worship |
| I’ll be long lost, 'fore the songs off |
| That’s a small cost for a purpose |
| When we all lost, when we all fall |
| Some will look at Jesus to observe him |
| He’s comin', he’s comin', I heard him |
| I heard him |
| Kids ain’t all bad, ain’t no fallback |
| We heard all them sing |
| Pain don’t fall back, leave don’t call back |
| We’ve seen all these things |
| Where’s your heart at, darkened, all black |
| Ain’t no fallback dream |