Alright - Dave B.

It’s like

(Always going to have somethin' to say)

This is a hunnid percent of how I feel in the moment

(Might as well give 'em something to talk about, it don’t matter what I do)

My life is made up of, of thousands and thousands upon different moments

And it’s just all about how I feel and I wanna know who that is

How many, what?

How many prophets need profit, what’s in your wallet?

How many homies you drown for end up solid?

How many souls done got traded for direct deposit just waitin' for you to fail

but you locked in and got it polished?

I am not one of these rap niggas

I don’t even fuck with no rap niggas

Just went to borrow money from my cousin, he got pistol on his belt,

he might just come up off his lap with it

Nobody loves you when they can use you, I used to think you was different,

I was foolish

Foolish, dead

Foolish, empty

I won’t risk it but that shit tempting

And all this (Honest)

Shit a nigga go through (Honest)

People ask me if I’m okay (Honest, Honest)

I don’t even know the truth (Honest, Honest)

Honestly, I’m so jaded (Honest, Honest)

'Cause either way they judge you (Honest, Honest)

So don’t ask me if I’m okay (Honest, Honest)

'Cause I don’t even know the truth (Honest, Honest)

«It's alright,» she say

«It gon' be alright» (Hey, it gon' be alright)

«It's alright,» she say («It's alright,» she say)

«You gon' be alright» (Ayy, ayy)

I just hopped off a Fallon with twenty to my name

Ben hit me two months later and got me on a plane

I’m in Australia, shit I scribbled in basement and back to Harlem to blow all

that paper, who’s dream I’m chasin'?

Soon after, what’s poppin' at

Hit some countries I can’t pronounce, some shows I won’t remember

Shorty’s pops passed, so it’s back to Seattle with it

Still high off my little waves so the only option is get it

The only problem, my mental dreams

Only so realistic and homies don’t need call me 'cause you know me,

I’m down to spend it

Who need to trip and fuck everything is your image

Who run the game 'cause little Dave is tryna scrimmage

And all this

Shit a nigga go through

People ask me if I’m okay

I don’t even know the truth

Honestly, I’m so jaded

'Cause either way they judge you

So don’t ask me if I’m okay

'Cause I don’t even know the truth

«It's alright,» she say (Honest, honest)

«It gon' be alright» (Honest, honest)

«It's alright,» she say (Honest, honest)

«You gon' be alright» (Honest, honest)

«It's alright,» she say (Honest, honest)

«It gon' be alright» (Honest, honest)

«It's alright,» she say (Honest, honest)

«You gon' be alright» (Honest, honest)