Never Be Alone - Spose

Fools think that I should put the mic down I’m like «how?»

I’ve got these lines on my palms and my arms

I’ve been writing these songs for so long

A lesser man would give in to depression but I’m pressing on

I went from crooked hat looking for a better bong

To dad days, Malbec, crab cakes, remoulade

I’m all set like tables in a restaurant

With ever spitting fiction made up like its Revlon

Son, my reign started back when they put my record on

It got gold without ever meeting leprechauns

And when it all came together like its Megatron

I never got gassed up, I haven’t been to Chevron

If you supported me you know I’m never gone

They like «Awesome,» you know I got better songs

They want to write me off

I think they read it wrong

I had this down to a T before you put the kettle on

Maine flowing I’m the horse you should’ve betted on

Stacking up the feta with the height short cheddar long

My fans helping me to get along

So give them a big hand

Like the video for «Everlong»

Spose, bringing it on

The People’s Douche and the writer of wrongs

I wrote this all alone on a page

But I step on stage and

They’re singing along

They’re singing alo-o-o-ong

If you keep me with you

I’ll never be alone

I feel unencumbered

It is he who achieved his dreams with no slumber

Yeah, scrawny with the sumo bars

A top 40 song, no hook by Bruno Mars

I made the DJs hit replay quick

Back in summer '06 when TJ quit

Admittedly giddy when Biggie is on

But when I step on stage they’re singing a…

Kesha song cause my fans are twelve

But so is Tom Brady and he slams Gisele

And this isn’t the strategy I planned in Wells

But I’ll get this shit right before I’m tanned in Hell

My plan to get rich and help Cam as well

We’ll get the PDank brand to sell

I spit the jingles that’ll tickle your mom

I’ll get her and God both

They’re singing along

They’re singing alo-o-o-ong

If you keep me with you

I’ll never be alone

I started out freestyling over party beats

With a bank account that was r-e-d

Like the Blast, with DJ Jon

Which was the first place that ever put a Spose song on

Well, besides Appleton

Maine Hip-hop, not an oxymoron nor an accident

So keep cackling

We’re multiplying undivided

When it’s minus five do the math again

Shit’s baffling, blunts crackling

We got the goods if you got the woods to wrap it in

With no palaces and no talismans

Reverse middle finger thrown up like a javelin

Pine tree state

The nights here cold

The rhymes been great since I’m none years old

With no bling on at all

You put some EA on and they’re singing a-

They’re singing along

They’re singing alo-o-o-ong

If you keep me with you

I’ll never be alone