B.o.B.
B.o.B. - Alright songtekst
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For my southern, for my southern homie One more gain So we take another shot To take the edge off life And then we roll another one Make it feel no more Prepared for the worst, it’s back in the best I said I’m like juice, ahead of the rest I need a s, s on my chest These niggas lame, made me the l on my neck Looser, you are such a loser Pull up in that rooster, you in that pt cruiser Watch over that lucid, your girl such a chooser She be with the crew before you even introduce her Yea, I’m on that next level You, you have no clue sir This is what I do, I’m faded and I’m too turnt Living life like a highlight Your life like a blooper Every verse edge and take mine too, cause truth hurt So we take another shot To take the edge off life And then we roll another one Make it feel alright Lost in the moment, lost in the party one more time So we roll another one Make it feel alright Yea, who that who that? Me, I do that do that Let them doors up, call that where’s you roulette Don’t touch nothing in my whip Who’s that? you can’t move that Any city I’m right there wherever I put my booty My roof back, my coupe black, my soup lack My lute back, I re-up that loo pack My new hat, I threw that My gun serves me 2 pack I crowd surf and don’t snatch my shoe back True immaculates (alright), too extravagant (alright) Shittin on your whole life, sue me after this I said true immaculates (alright), too extravagant (alright) I never miss a country cause I’m usually mackin So we take another shot To take the edge off life And then we roll another one Make it feel alright Lost in the moment, lost in the party one more time So we roll another one Make it feel alright