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spectre (rapper) - alright كلمات الأغنية

[produced by spectre (rapper)]

[intro: spectre0799]
alls my life, i has to fight, n_gga
alls my life, i—
hard times like, “yah!”
bad trips like, “yah!”
nazareth
i’m f_cked up, homie, you f_cked up
but if god got us, then we gon’ be alright

[chorus: spectre0799]
n_gga, we gon’ be alright
n_gga, we gon’ be alright
we gon’ be alright
do you hear me, do you feel me? we gon’ be alright
n_gga, we gon’ be alright
huh? we gon’ be alright
n_gga, we gon’ be alright
do you hear me, do you feel me? we gon’ be alright

[verse 1: spectre0799]
uh, and when i wake up
i recognize you’re looking at me for the pay cut
but homicide bе looking at you from the face down
what mac_11 evеn boom with the bass down?
schemin’, and let me tell you ’bout my life
paink!llers only put me in the twilight
where pretty p_ssy and benjamin is the highlight
now tell my momma i love her, but this what i like, lord knows
twenty of ’em in my chevy, tell ’em all to come and get me
reaping everything i sow, so my karma coming heavy
no preliminary hearings on my record
i’m a motherf_cking gangster in silence for the record, uh
tell the world i know it’s too late
boys and girls, i think i’ve gone cray
drown inside my vices all day
won’t you please believe when i say
[pre_chorus: spectre0799]
wouldn’t you know
we been hurt, been down before
n_gga, when our pride was low
lookin’ at the world like, “where do we go?”
n_gga, and we hate po_po
wanna k!ll us dead in the street fo sho’
n_gga, i’m at the preacher’s door
my knees gettin’ weak, and my gun might blow
but we gon’ be alright

[verse 2: spectre0799]
what you want you, a house⁠? you, a car?
forty acres and a mule? a piano, a guitar?
anything, see my name is lucy, i’m your dog
motherf_cker, you can live at the mall
i can see the evil, i can tell it, i know it’s illegal
i don’t think about it, i deposit every other zero
thinking of my partner, put the candy, paint it on the regal
digging in my pocket, ain’t a profit big enough to feed you
every day my logic get another dollar just to keep you
in the presence of your chico, ah!
i don’t talk about it, be about it, every day i sequel
if i got it then you know you got it, heaven, i can reach you
pat dawg, pat dawg, pat dawg, my dog, that’s all
bick back and chad, i trap the bag for y’all
i rap, i black on track so rest assured
my rights, my wrongs; i write ’til i’m right with god
[pre_chorus: spectre0799]
wouldn’t you know
we been hurt, been down before
n_gga, when our pride was low
lookin’ at the world like, “where do we go?”
n_gga, and we hate po_po
wanna k!ll us dead in the street fo sho’
n_gga, i’m at the preacher’s door
my knees gettin’ weak, and my gun might blow
but we gon’ be alright

[outro: spectre0799]
i keep my head up high
i cross my heart and hope to die
lovin’ me is complicated
too afraid of a lot of changes
i’m alright, and you’re a favorite
dark nights in my prayers
[poem: spectre0799]
i remembered you was conflicted
misusing your influence, sometimes i did the same
abusing my power, full of resentment
resentment that turned into a deep depression
found myself screamin’ in the hotel room
i didn’t wanna self_destruct
the evils of lucy was all around me
so i went runnin’ for answers

- spectre rapper

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