paroles de chanson Alright - B. Dolan

They say what do ya think, B?
I said I don't think
Call me when these young bucks Old enough to drink
Balanced over the sink Is how sick I am
Trying to keep my little cousins Off Instagram
I'm trying to keep these little toys Out my nephew's mouth
He tried to play with my mic I told him "Go sit down"
Cause I'm a shitty babysitter Quick to fuck you & your kid up
I'll slap him on the back
And give him whiskey till he hiccup
Oh
I know you think
I'd probably make a good dad
But the beard got you tripping
You don't know me like that
I'm a bully Ball buster Fully grumpy Cock sucker
Plus the prettiest narcissist I got it from my mother
Perfect working example Of your worst case scenario
This is my movie You're working to earn a cameo!
GoPro shaky hand
Panorama scope one man distribution
Jam it down your throat
Cause I'm a vehicle
No I'm a virus
No I'm a god damn Monster of science
I try to do what I can To stay inspired

So bury me at thirty-five thousand feet
I may be going down
But at least I'll be upright in my seat!
These flashy pre-pubescents With medallions in their necklace
I see them with their baggage And their entourage at check-in
Bin-odd is my body guard I'm laughing as I step in
I hope he's going far He certainly travels heavy
And privately
I bet he sweat the taxes and fees
You think you're ballin' But your breakfast That's your ass in the breeze
I'm absolutely fucking fabulous at Smashing MCs
I'm on my Qs and my Ps
My penis free of disease
I'm in my Jesus year, Judas
Living crucifix-free
So you can hang out if you want
But don't do it for me
Cause I'm a heathen
No I'm a tyrant
No I'm a pea-shooter
Aimed at Goliath
I check engines I change tires
I try to do what I can To stay inspired

We was down in North Carolina Round this time last year
On a hardcore lineup With Circle Takes the Square
The first time it happened Was with Scroobius Pip
The PA blew a fuse As soon as my bass hit
I'm facing a big room Full of impatient kids
Unaided by the amps or the mic or the rig
Lot of your favorite rappers Would have cancelled the gig
Held it down both times Acapella, like "fuck this shit!
If they can't give me a stage I'm getting up on a chair!"
That's all you Really need to know about My fucking career
The care less half listener class
Write it and read it As fact
Either you keep Or you trash, Ether
I'm breathing on tracks
We don't retreat Or look back
Sleep on my region Dismiss a legion
I eat with the pack!
Clear the way, free up the pass
Before I put cleats In your back
Creep with the beetles and rats
Roaches and creatures that last
Evil Kenevil of rap
Power to Buddy P
I holler "Peace"
And I leave them with that!