Alice
Yo
Lately I feel off balance
One too many toasts with my chalice
Hearing voices up in the attic
One too many ghosts in my palace
One too many hoes at my address
Loaded, fucked up
And we at it I'm playin'
Drinking fears away
To feel valid
It's the only way I feel
Status Shine
People from my past
Speak malice Facts
All I do is smoke
And wreak havoc Facts
This the lifestyle
Of a maverick
See my dreams clear
With these glasses I Do
Hear my team cheer
When blunt passes
Miss that love
You gave like an addict I Do
Went down rabbit holes
With the masses
See my wonderland
Lacks an Alice
You always talking like
You the baddest you do
Regardless of where you at
Or your assets
Can't be doing that
And keep balance what
Don't get me wrong
We both like a challenge
Young boy you can't
Fuck with the talent nope
Neck gets wet, no sweat
This Atlantic
Money plus hard work
Are my habits dope
One day imma rule
This whole planet
This appetite so big
They might ban it whoa
Eating y'all MC's
With side salad
Taken down with wine
By the gallon gallon
Dr. Doom
Created this pallet
Big L
Corleone at my Sabbath Rest
Fit well
Giorgio's In my cabinet
I'm not bragging homie
I'm passionate
Therefore your opinions
Invalid I'm gone
These days hours feel like they minutes
I know I don't know my own limits
Whether drugs or caring or Guinness
That's why you won't come back
Why am I coming home just to visit
Said we grown when we was just infants
Bullets flew and barely just missed us
I swear they ain't coming back
Damn, I know on god it's on me
Here's to everything we won't see
This life's stuck on repeat
That's why this the come back
Please somebody toss up both Vs
Please somebody chance it on Peace
Take it easy, let the world see
That someday
We're all coming back
We're all coming back
No rematch, this the final call
That my team has
Where the theme at
I ain't walking on with no intro
You'll want the front row
When you see that you will
I ain't all mad
It's just on my mind that
I'm 27 in the 4th quarter like Rudy, get em
This my seventh heaven, and with full discretion
Yes my true expression leads to bad impressions
Since my great depression never caused recession
Listen I got a question, who the fuck are you?
And whose got your back?
Cause at the end of the day
When you lying down all you wonder is
Who you got to react?
It is what it is
Lately my mind state is poor
Rate me and tell me you after for more
I can't provide when I eat off the floor
Exaggeration I know, that's for sure
Maybe I need to ignore
Maybe I'm too insecure
Lately these feelings occur
Maybe the last time we talked shoulda been
When you fucked me and walked out the door
What is this for?
Where am I at?
Why am I pulling to wring out the slack
Why don't I chill, and work on my bills
Try to forget all the voices for real
I gotta stack, yeah I gotta stack
Cause if I'm gone stop I'm not phoning it back
If you ain't with that, kiss on my ass
Located the base of my spine it's attached
Yeah
These days hours feel like they minutes
I know I don't know my own limits
Whether drugs or caring or Guinness
That's why you won't come back
Why am I coming home just to visit
Said we grown when we was just infants
Bullets flew and barely just missed us
I swear they ain't coming back
Damn, I know on god it's on me
Here's to everything we won't see
This life's stuck on repeat
That's why this the come back
Please somebody toss up both Vs
Please somebody chance it on Peace
Take it easy, let the world see
That someday
We're all coming back
Lately I feel off balance
One too many toasts with my chalice
Hearing voices up in the attic
One too many ghosts in my palace
One too many hoes at my address
Loaded, fucked up
And we at it I'm playin'
Drinking fears away
To feel valid
It's the only way I feel
Status Shine
People from my past
Speak malice Facts
All I do is smoke
And wreak havoc Facts
This the lifestyle
Of a maverick
See my dreams clear
With these glasses I Do
Hear my team cheer
When blunt passes
Miss that love
You gave like an addict I Do
Went down rabbit holes
With the masses
See my wonderland
Lacks an Alice
You always talking like
You the baddest you do
Regardless of where you at
Or your assets
Can't be doing that
And keep balance what
Don't get me wrong
We both like a challenge
Young boy you can't
Fuck with the talent nope
Neck gets wet, no sweat
This Atlantic
Money plus hard work
Are my habits dope
One day imma rule
This whole planet
This appetite so big
They might ban it whoa
Eating y'all MC's
With side salad
Taken down with wine
By the gallon gallon
Dr. Doom
Created this pallet
Big L
Corleone at my Sabbath Rest
Fit well
Giorgio's In my cabinet
I'm not bragging homie
I'm passionate
Therefore your opinions
Invalid I'm gone
These days hours feel like they minutes
I know I don't know my own limits
Whether drugs or caring or Guinness
That's why you won't come back
Why am I coming home just to visit
Said we grown when we was just infants
Bullets flew and barely just missed us
I swear they ain't coming back
Damn, I know on god it's on me
Here's to everything we won't see
This life's stuck on repeat
That's why this the come back
Please somebody toss up both Vs
Please somebody chance it on Peace
Take it easy, let the world see
That someday
We're all coming back
We're all coming back
No rematch, this the final call
That my team has
Where the theme at
I ain't walking on with no intro
You'll want the front row
When you see that you will
I ain't all mad
It's just on my mind that
I'm 27 in the 4th quarter like Rudy, get em
This my seventh heaven, and with full discretion
Yes my true expression leads to bad impressions
Since my great depression never caused recession
Listen I got a question, who the fuck are you?
And whose got your back?
Cause at the end of the day
When you lying down all you wonder is
Who you got to react?
It is what it is
Lately my mind state is poor
Rate me and tell me you after for more
I can't provide when I eat off the floor
Exaggeration I know, that's for sure
Maybe I need to ignore
Maybe I'm too insecure
Lately these feelings occur
Maybe the last time we talked shoulda been
When you fucked me and walked out the door
What is this for?
Where am I at?
Why am I pulling to wring out the slack
Why don't I chill, and work on my bills
Try to forget all the voices for real
I gotta stack, yeah I gotta stack
Cause if I'm gone stop I'm not phoning it back
If you ain't with that, kiss on my ass
Located the base of my spine it's attached
Yeah
These days hours feel like they minutes
I know I don't know my own limits
Whether drugs or caring or Guinness
That's why you won't come back
Why am I coming home just to visit
Said we grown when we was just infants
Bullets flew and barely just missed us
I swear they ain't coming back
Damn, I know on god it's on me
Here's to everything we won't see
This life's stuck on repeat
That's why this the come back
Please somebody toss up both Vs
Please somebody chance it on Peace
Take it easy, let the world see
That someday
We're all coming back
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Writer(s): Dylan Griffiths
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