Logic feat. Big Sean - Alright (Текст и слова песни)

Текст песни / Караоке: Alright

 Hold up, let me get my mind right
 Let me get my mind right
 You know everything is alright
 You know everything is all

[Verse 1 - Logic:]
 Just ride with a mothafucka
 Keep it real, never lie to a mothafucker hold me down
 Chillin' in a-gadda-da-vida, rockin' Adidas
 With a senorita and she sippin' liquor by the liter
 That's royalty, like the homie Gambino
 He know we be in the casino lightin' Cubans with a C-note
 I'm a fuck the game, dare you to test my libido
 Comin' up shorter than Danny DeVito whenever I step on the beat, ho
 Like a killer on the creep slow
 Had my share of defeat, but we still gon' eat, ho
 While the fans bumpin' Welcome To Forever on repeat though
 Wonderin' if I'm a ever fall off
 Feelin' mad at the world, wanna hit her with the sawed off
 Blowin' up like a molotov
 This is war everybody ain't no reason I'm a call it off
 Get it right, shout out to the homie Dizzy Wright
 In the studio everyday so you know this shit about to be a busy night
 Everything is all, everything is alright

[Bridge - Big Sean:]
 It's finally famous over everything
 Rattpack gang
 What up though Logic, yeah
 Day one shit right there


[Verse 2 - Big Sean:]
 Oh my God they plottin' and schemin'
 Fuckboys rather me not even breathin'
 They tryna take my blessins away
 They gotta be demons, I'm blessed everyday
 And I'm blessed like I'm sneezin', I'm healthy and well
 On top of my ship and I'm not even sinkin'
 And I get to sit back and say that I'm happy
 But can't spend a day without smokin' and drinkin'
 Got champagne problems And I order more, of my wardrobe is aura gold
 I'm a young nigga with a older soul
 But still young enough to know I gotta know some more
 I made somethin' out of nothin', Sean Don the magician
 She doin' tricks with the pussy, I guess she's a vagician
 She tryna hold on to a nigga sta-sta-stackin' up
 Purell for these fake niggas tryna dap dap me up
 Hype nigga back-back-back it up
 Claimin' that we homies, boy stop
 That's the type of shit I boycott
 Yellin' fuck the 5.0, state troops
 Any nigga with a badge, I don't even trust the boy scouts
 I got these good girls hoin' out
 Tell me what the fuck you know about
 Bein' that nigga that these niggas don't know about
 Then they throw you in the game then you mothafuckin' blow it out
 Now everything is alright


[Verse 3 - Logic:]
 Rippin' through Gotham, hatin' mothafuckas, I wanna off 'em
 Hella endorphins, got me livin' life to the coffin
 I'm coughin', wonderin' if I'm goin' insane
 Nobody knowin' my pain but I be killin' cause I'm into the game
 Now lookin' back it's like ain't nothin' the same
 All these Spanish women watchin' me like a novela
 Hit you with a Beretta get you wetter than a umbrella
 Ain't nobody better do it like me
 I know a lot of mothafuckas don't like me
 Probably wanna fight me, but I just keep the peace
 No need to keep a piece
 I keep my enemies on a leash capiche?
 And keep it real for the people I reach!

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