Testo All Alone - Belly
Testo della canzone All Alone (Belly), tratta dall'album Mumble Rap
4 In the mornin'
Yeah
4 In the mornin'
Look
4 In the mornin'
He didn't believe in presidents, all he cared for was dividends
Ain't no tellin' what felons would ever do for Benjamins
Guns the size of my leg, pull up, tear off your ligaments
Stay with four girls at a time, modern polygamist
Got a sickness, penicillin isn't equipped for this
And my pen is filled up with syphilis, you'll never get this sick
I'm so meticulous, the flow ridiculous
My soul envisions, my road is infinite
Hold up, had it bad for real, I'm back from Hell
Mackin' in my black Chevelle and I don't need a strap for real
That's why they mad as hell and pussy too
That's why I'm packin' Vagisil, it's just for you
And you ain't even half as real as half the shit they put me through
It's cool, I cracked the seal, this Actavis a bag of pills
A batch will have you crashin', Jesus grab the wheel, hold it still
I start the engine, lost my motor skills
Candy coated rain in my cup, shit hit my soul for real
I think I'm rollin' still, I roll to kill and I forgot how sober feel
I know your writer, fam, he should've wrote your will
I'm under pressure, uh, that's why it's overkill
You know the deal, uh, uh, you know the deal, yeah
4 In the mornin' and you still callin'
No matter how far I try to go, I keep on fallin'
Now it's 5 in the mornin' and I'm still callin'
No matter how far I try to go, feel so lost here on this road
And I'm all alone
I'm all alone
All alone
I'm all alone
All alone
I'm all alone
I'm on my own
On my own
Yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Khaled Khaled, Ahmad Balshe, Benjamin Diehl
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