Invader Kaide - ALONE Lyrics

Alone, alone, alone, alone, alone, alone, alone
Leave the studio I'd rather record this alone
In my own city, Vatican to the pope
Pack got me speaking Rosetta Stone
If the bitch chose then my shit gettin' rode
That's where I get head, make me swerve off the road
I can't even see the pedals past all her curls
Pockets bulging like the warts on a toad
Got me feeling like the richest cunt in the world
Go cray, open the pit like you claiming a pearl
This mud, bathe in the drank, walk with a towel
Designer fabric, come and feel how soft the material
Cunt getting fly, got my feet lifting off of the ground
I'm finna hit Eliantte for all my stones
Pointers, pointers all up in my nose
Pointers all over my teeth
Pointers all over my neck
Pointers all over my wrist
Pointers they sit in my fist
I sip Wockhardt not the Tris
That shit be getting me pissy
I don't need to be a swag stealer
I'ma do my own dance not the griddy
Crosseyed, I'ma need two chains on my neck like Tity
Crosseyed, I'ma need something twice as fast as a Lamborghini
Rollin', rollin, I needa hide the M, my bitch put it in her colon
This a team of legends, I feel like Michael Jordan
Ain't speaking again cause I already told 'em
Stackin' money tall, got shit like a totem
He want a lil' scrap, we gon' fold him
Pussy boy talk to the fuzz, Seth Rogen
Ride handle bars, flex on 'em Hulk Hogan
Leave the studio I'd rather record this alone
In my own city, Vatican to the pope
Pack got me speaking Rosetta Stone
If the bitch chose then my shit get rode
That's where I get head, make me swerve off the road
I can't even see the pedals past all her curls
Pockets bulging like the warts on a toad
Got me feeling like the richest cunt in the world
Go cray, open the pit like you claiming a pearl
This mud, bathe in the drank, walk with a towel
Designer fabric, come and feel how soft the material
Cunt getting fly, got my feet lifting off of the ground
Bitch
Do it again
I'm tryna get way too high
I'm smoking a wood on a plane
She tryna cuddle, but I told her that ain't my style
Baby, just give me some brain
I'm in that Redeye, she goin' too wild
Can't remember last I hit the brakes
I'm in that Frogeye, goin' wild
Push the pedal right down to the floor
Boy I'm chillin' in the stu on my own
Catchin' Z's off the J like I'm Hov
Suicide doors up on the foreign
Lil Uzi, bitch, I feel like The Crow
I don't give a f*ck 'bout nobody
Down to it, it's just me and my bros
F*ck 'round here with that f*ck shit
Get the f*ck 'round here with that fake shit
We turn up to the show shut it down
Every time, boy, we goin' crazy
Pierced up I'ma need some more saline
Bitch trippin', I ain't give her a baby
I ain't f*ckin' with that lil' boy
But I'll do the feat long as that cunt pay me
Leave the studio I'd rather record this alone
In my own city, Vatican to the pope
Pack got me speaking Rosetta Stone
If the bitch chose then my shit get rode
That's where I get head, make me swerve off the road
I can't even see the pedals past all her curls
Pockets bulging like the warts on a toad
Got me feeling like the richest cunt in the world
Go cray, open the pit like you claiming a pearl
This mud, bathe in the drank, walk with a towel
Designer fabric, come and feel how soft the material
Cunt getting fly, got my feet lifting off of the ground