paroles de chanson Alone - Kooley High

Another day is up, hop scotch on the calendar
I'm on another one
Hot box in the challenger before the summer's done
Pop rocks in your Canada dry we bubbling
Celebration is allowed with that faces in the crowd
But what you think about when champagne is fizzled out
Is the one that got away, every day they missing out
And I'm drinking Guiness stout, the weight of infinite pounds
On my shoulders, at last, mister Atlas
He put it up he try to hold it and he got a bad back
Most nights you can't come over if you got a fat ass
And twice that's if you act bad
Now send me davis top that
And she making lap dance, clap clap, passing
I need to drive more safely but she got my belt unfasten
Think about her fashion, I like that robe
I kick her out and let her roam
I just lack they love, say what?

This time over night when I'm zoned
You know I would rather be alone
Oho, and you know that's what I wanna do
I'd rather be alone, alone with you

Yeah, man with another liter
Of the writings I deliver
Expressing all my thoughts, I ain't gotta be on Twitter
They like Tad, what you saying, really why you playing
You could talk the fares on the PM to the AM
I'm like hold up, wait up, let me fill my plate up
Appreciate the love, but I'm just tryina get my weight up
And staring at the phone just gonna take me out the zone
I would rather be alone with these tracks that I ate up
Or eat up, depending on the tense with my feet up
Laid back listening to tracks said I beat up, I'm t'd up
Looking for a fair way to drive they make fare when I ride
I'm that car that they key up
Out of frustration they envy, it's simply the MC from the NC
Who is never empty, I'm full tank tipping
You ain't pimping, we don't indulge your bull like Jordan or Pippin
So listen

This time over night when I'm zoned
You know I would rather be alone
Oho, and you know that's what I wanna do
I'd rather be alone, alone with you

We live in times that are strange
You better be prepared for
When it rearrange time's faith like a haircut
Raised in America we're slaves in inheritance
Gangs when they carry guns
We change about sharing love
Sharing love that's what we came to do
Time's tough making music to make it through
Making moves breaking lose from a tangled noose
We lay the groove, make it smooth, now we shake the blues