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KOTA The Friend "ALKALINE"
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kota the Friend
Kota the Friend
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Avery Marcel Joshua Jones
Avery Marcel Joshua Jones
Performer
Philipp Djalaaban Thioune
Philipp Djalaaban Thioune
Performer
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Avery Marcel Joshua Jones
Avery Marcel Joshua Jones
Songwriter
Philipp Djalaaban Thioune
Philipp Djalaaban Thioune
Songwriter
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Philipp Djalaaban Thioune
Philipp Djalaaban Thioune
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Lately, I just say I'm outta town 'Cause I don't really care to be 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 that bullshit, better go now Aye! Homie, why you stressing, we got one foot in the grave Brother, get your money, get yo ass up on the plane Why you with this women if you know she playing games? Why you with this nigga if he treat you like you lame? Let go, you ain't gotta hold on no more If you got a good thing, go for it We ain't with the bad things no more Yo, you gotta let go, let go You ain't gotta hold on no more If you got a good thing, go for it We ain't with the bad things no more They be saying Karma is a bitch, 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 need 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 nigga with the crown "Thank you very much, it's, uh Privilege and a honor to be a in the Wide intellectual ghetto of the West" 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 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 villians, imposters 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 concious
Writer(s): Avery Jones, Oragami Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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