Текст песни All (Alone) - Black°Adam

And I'm thinking when I really feel it most
Is under the moonlight, last call, last prost
Need all my stars bright, I want all my bread toast
Got all the free time in the world
I let the minute hour hands twirl I'm taking it all slow
So hit me up whenever, yo I'm just a stone's throw
From all the bad bitches and all my best bros
We'll fill up the space at all the dope shows
Drop some slick records hit all the best flows
In the hottest new styles got all the fresh clothes
Throw ya hands up, I need all your hands up
Go wild til I can barely stand up
Take all the 'gram pics, dap all my fans up
Pass another blunt round, see all the hands up
Til the cops come shouting "put all your hands up"
Late night Waffle House plans up
I'm getting all the calls, they blowing my Sams up
Just won all the Grammy awards, I'm tanned up
And all throughout Atlanta I'm all they mans, huh
Say goodnight to all my friends
Jump in the car
Ay this how all of my days should end
The moon dripping off my sleeve, but when I finally come home