Alkaline Lyrics

Alkaline - Kota the Friend

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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, it's, 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 it's 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