paroles de chanson ALPHA - Layto

I don't wanna though
Why we gotta go?
What if we
What if they will never see
What we see?
Why's it even matter?
Why we gotta go back?
Why can't we just leave?
Let me sit here and let me be

This old place
Y'all sit tight
'Cause this dude take a knife to a fist fight
It's gonna be a-ok
Why you so fake?
I been sent back to do a motherfucking exposé

You do all the right things (oh yeah)
You pull all the nice strings (ay, oh yeah)
Ay, you lookin' for a pat on the back
With an atta boy, ya
Ay, your lips gonna bleed

You do all the right things (oh yeah)
You pull all the nice strings (ay, oh yeah)
Ay, you lookin for a pat on the back
With an atta boy, ya
Ay, your lips gonna bleed
You the ass kiss king

Do you like pressure?
I don't take no pleasure
Yeah, you hype yourself up
Like you so damn clever
And it's on, yeah
I know you really care
I mean, come on, yeah
You ain't got nothing good to say

Listen, hey, I know you think you smoking everybody else
It's all up in your head
'Cause when you by yourself
It's do or die
Instead you rather pride yourself
On shit, that never gonna stick

You do all the right things (oh yeah)
You pull all the nice strings (ay, oh yeah)
Ay, you lookin for a pat on the back
With an atta boy, ya
Ay, your lips gonna bleed

You do all the right things (oh yeah)
You pull all the nice strings (ay, oh yeah)
Ay, you lookin for a pat on the back
With an atta boy, ya
Ay, your lips gonna bleed
You the ass kiss king

Ooh yeah
You been really acting like a fool, ooh yeah
You forgot I brought you to the school, ooh yeah
You been biting off me 'til you blue, ooh yeah, yeah, yeah
(You do all the right things) ooh yeah
You been really acting like a fool, ooh yeah (you pull all the nice strings)
You forgot I brought you to the school, ooh yeah
You been biting off me 'til you blue, ooh yeah, yeah, yeah

You do all the right things (oh yeah)
You pull all the nice strings (ay, oh yeah)
Ay, you lookin for a pat on the back
With an atta boy, ya
Ay, your lips gonna bleed

You do all the right things (oh yeah)
You pull all the nice strings (ay, oh yeah)
Ay, you lookin for a pat on the back
With an atta boy, ya
Ay, your lips gonna bleed
You the ass kiss king