Alkaline (Explicit)

Alkaline (Explicit) - KOTA The Friend

Lyrics by：Avery Jones/Philipp Thioune

Lately I just say I'm outta town town town

'Cause I don't really care to be around around around

I been making up for my mistakes

I've been through a lot I need a break

More life never caught

Wrong place at the wrong time

I ain't had no chicken in a long time

I ain't seen my youngin' in a fortnight

Got a demon triggering the porch light

Oh nah

Stay alone 'cause a lot of y'all the faux kind

I don't trust you if you tell me that you don't lie

Asking how I'm doing yeah I'm doing fine

Don't you know the foolish always grow wise

Capetown with the kinfolk we don't play around

Grandma was on the slave ship but we home now

Mama do not work the grave shift she in Rome now

USA be on they bulls**t better go now

Aye homie why you stressing we got one foot in the grave

Brother get your money get yo a*s up on the plane

Why you with this women if you know she playing games

Why you with this n***a if he treat you like you lame

Let go go you ain't gotta hold on no more more

If you got a good thing go for it for it

We ain't with the bad things no more more

Girl you gotta let go let go go

You ain't gotta hold on no more more

If you got a good thing go for it for it

We ain't with the bad things no more no more

They be saying Karma is a b***h ah

But I don't let them talk about my friends nah

You was taking people from their kids now you bitter

'Cause I'm chillin' with my kin now wow

I don't eat if I didn't pull it from the ground

Gotta a lot of love so I give to the crowd

Man I swear my great great grandma would be proud

We ain't pickin' cotton I'm the n***a with the crown

Three man I'm in let it go

Wise man do it for the man

In the people I'm a shake

They gone case you

'Cause they evil care you

What the same s**t

That they fit you

In the car in LA on the 99

Sunrise red sky Ambience

Bad days Rear view and they stay behind

PH 'round 9 livin' alkaline

Black boy you could be what you want to be

You the one that carry that baton when they come for me

Came from the concrete that's a fizzy fact

Came up clear streams in the grizzy grass yeah

Keepin' it honest

They try to kill you I promise

They do it all for the commas

I stay alive for my children

I don't be trustin' they doctors

Politicians is phony they be villains impostors

They gonna tell you it's gold but show it really be copper

And they don't want you tappin' into all that spirit inside us

They want you chasin' the carrot

Want you fiendin' for Pradas

They want you sick 'til you vomit

'Cause you no use when you conscious conscious conscious conscious