paroles de chanson Alright - Remaster - Armand Van Helden

Alls my life I has to fight, na
Alls my life I
Hard times like God
Bad trips like "God!"
Nazareth, I′m fd up, homie, you fd up
But if God got us we then gon' be alright

Na, we gon′ be alright
Na, we gon' be alright
We gon' be alright
Do you hear me, do you feel me, we gon′ be alright
Na, we gon′ be alright
Huh, we gon' be alright
Na, we gon′ be alright
Do you hear me, do you feel me, we gon' be alright

Uh, and when I wake up
I recognize you′re lookin' at me for the pay cut
Behind my side we lookin′ at you from the face down
What Mac-11 even boom with the bass down
Schemin' and let me tell you bout my life
Painkillers only put me in the twilight
What pretty py and Benjamin is the highlight
Now tell my mama I love her but this what I like
Lord knows, twenty of 'em in my Chevy
Tell ′em all to come and get me, reapin′ everything I sow
So my karma come and Heaven no preliminary hearing
So my record and my motherfg
Gang stand in silence for the record, uh
Tell the world I know it's too late
Boys and girls, I think I gone cray
Try and decide my vices all day
Won′t you please believe when I say

When you know, we been hurt, been down before, na
When my pride was low,
Lookin' at the world like, where do we go, na?
And we hate Popo, wanna kill us dead in the street for sure, na
I′m at the preacher's door
My knees gettin′ weak and my gun might blow but we gon' be alright

Na, we gon' be alright
Na, we gon′ be alright
We gon′ be alright
Do you hear me, do you feel me, we gon' be alright
Na, we gon′ be alright
Huh, we gon' be alright
Na, we gon′ be alright
Do you hear me, do you feel me, we gon' be alright

What you want, your house, your car
Forty acres and a mule, a piano, a guitar?
Anything, see my name is Lucy, I′m your dog
Motherfr you can live at the mall
I can see the evil, I can tell it, I know when it's illegal
I don't think about it, I deposit every other zero
Thinkin′ of my partner put the candy, paint it on the regal
Diggin′ in my pocket ain't a profit, big enough to feed you
Everyday my logic, get another dollar just to keep you
In the presence of your chico, ah
I don′t talk about it, be about it, everyday I see cool
If I got it then you know you got it, Heaven, I can reach you
Pet dog, pet dog, pet dog, my dog that's all
Pick back and chat I shut the back for y′all
I rap, I'm black, on track so rest assured
My rights, my wrongs are right till I′m right with God

When you know, we been hurt, been down before, na
When my pride was low,
Lookin' at the world like, where do we go, na?
And we hate Popo, wanna kill us dead in the street for sure, na
I'm at the preacher′s door
My knees gettin′ weak and my gun might blow but we gon' be alright

Na, we gon′ be alright
Na, we gon' be alright
We gon′ be alright
Do you hear me, do you feel me, we gon' be alright
Na, we gon′ be alright
Huh, we gon' be alright
Na, we gon' be alright
Do you hear me, do you feel me, we gon′ be alright

I keep my head up high
I cross my heart and hope to die
Lovin′ me is complicated
Too afraid, a lot of changes
I'm alright and you′re a favorite
Dark nights in my prayers