Alone - Mike, The Sun

I swear my papa know this kid the best

Believe I kept my promise, I ain’t touch a cigarette

Bottom in the cess, I ain’t into stress

'Cause that shit gon bring you down when they intersect

Thank you back for what you winning next, I did enough

I copped a sweatsuit off a riveter

Watch us in this bitch, eating like it’s licorice

Watch them lick a dick, deep when I’m sippin' it

Tell my speech like gibberish

On the weekend, act a fool but the weeknights innocent

We was going even when the green light isn’t lit

L train, if you try to meet my syndicate

Remember all those sweet nights in the grit

He go hard 'cause the weak lines in the air

And I’mma spaz if the feline isn’t here

Each time, rhythm blare

Deep mind, vision clear

5 train, knees bound, switchin' gear

We coming up until we burn the house down

Every course is like the fucking last round

I stand up, I don’t fucking back down