Alex Dionisio - Lounge Session lyrics
[Alex Dionisio - Lounge Session lyrics]
This beat is just for me
I don’t do it for your peeps
And it’s so damn raw, I need soda pop
And if you’re going to pop
Don’t hold it back, come on
Yeah, I am so raw, I’m so depressed
Can’t fix me yeah i’m Alex D, AD and Klash
I go by several names
But they give me several pain
Yeah Sarah Palin
Why are you running? You can’t hide anything
Yeah, you got no legs, I cut
‘em off, so why you try, ok?
Why are you even movin'? I
Thought I already shoot ya
I’m cryin’ here, tears are on my face
A waterfall on my neck, on my torso
You don’t know the pain that I felt
I can’t estrange it from myself
Indict, extraditе, extra white
Extra guys don’t wanna be mе because
I beat me every single night
You don’t know I put words just to rhyme
And I might lie
And I might say something that is not
True just to get it popping off
To you, screw, ooh i am the mister magic
Everything that I do is with a wand
And I swaap it, swand it, swat it, swap it
Everything you do is wrong shit, all it is
He’s gonna be hooting
I’m a bad boy, man, I’m fat as hell
So damn Asian, that is real
My voice is so husky, fuck me, girl
If you don’t like my style, just turn it off
And if you wanna be just turned
On, guy -get your grind on
Girl -get your guy on
And you know that it’s real
And it’s unfair shit
Living in America, just suck my eh
If you don’t censor that shit by yourself
You know that record company
Will do that thing
‘cause they got motherfuckers who
Got nothing to do but to turn the dial
Or slow down or put the bleep
On when your speech on
‘cause they don’t like the motherfucking
Thing that you was saying
Like I just said I got too much damn swearing
And if you swerve in or out
Make sure your car’s got extra power
Extra horse under the engine Hemi
If you hem the thing
You don’t know how to sew a thing
Like I took mine to the dry cleaners
They made it longer instead of shorter
Like I told ‘em to do
I’m going off on tangents
My rhymes don’t make sense
I can’t even rhyme things
I wasn’t black, I didn’t grow up poor
So up yours
Up doors and knock down doors ’til
I get three downed doors
3 Doors Down, "Kryptonite"
Shit, you don’t, you cannot write
Hold it, beasties get me, hit me
I’m a beastie, I get this like beasts be
Hit me up with another track
I get so much bad
And what comes to me, unfair, un you
Undo un-cunts, you can’t do the do
I am country move
I got so much shit upon my looting
You couldn’t take that from me, then funk me
Kill me, until I’m a dead meat
There’s nothing wrong with my playa
So I’m a paranoid that I say a
There’s water on my motherfucking mp3 player
Or cd player or an iPod player
Whatever, I am not a playa
If you don’t like me then just stop a playa
Stop this player, put the stop on button
Put the play off and put it off
For another day or crush that shit
I’m at the end, suck my
Was I just saying that?
I just sure did, I’m done
I don’t do it for your peeps
And it’s so damn raw, I need soda pop
And if you’re going to pop
Don’t hold it back, come on
Yeah, I am so raw, I’m so depressed
Can’t fix me yeah i’m Alex D, AD and Klash
I go by several names
But they give me several pain
Yeah Sarah Palin
Why are you running? You can’t hide anything
Yeah, you got no legs, I cut
‘em off, so why you try, ok?
Why are you even movin'? I
Thought I already shoot ya
I’m cryin’ here, tears are on my face
A waterfall on my neck, on my torso
You don’t know the pain that I felt
I can’t estrange it from myself
Indict, extraditе, extra white
Extra guys don’t wanna be mе because
I beat me every single night
You don’t know I put words just to rhyme
And I might lie
And I might say something that is not
True just to get it popping off
To you, screw, ooh i am the mister magic
Everything that I do is with a wand
And I swaap it, swand it, swat it, swap it
Everything you do is wrong shit, all it is
He’s gonna be hooting
I’m a bad boy, man, I’m fat as hell
So damn Asian, that is real
My voice is so husky, fuck me, girl
If you don’t like my style, just turn it off
And if you wanna be just turned
On, guy -get your grind on
Girl -get your guy on
And you know that it’s real
And it’s unfair shit
Living in America, just suck my eh
If you don’t censor that shit by yourself
You know that record company
Will do that thing
‘cause they got motherfuckers who
Got nothing to do but to turn the dial
Or slow down or put the bleep
On when your speech on
‘cause they don’t like the motherfucking
Thing that you was saying
Like I just said I got too much damn swearing
And if you swerve in or out
Make sure your car’s got extra power
Extra horse under the engine Hemi
If you hem the thing
You don’t know how to sew a thing
Like I took mine to the dry cleaners
They made it longer instead of shorter
Like I told ‘em to do
I’m going off on tangents
My rhymes don’t make sense
I can’t even rhyme things
I wasn’t black, I didn’t grow up poor
So up yours
Up doors and knock down doors ’til
I get three downed doors
3 Doors Down, "Kryptonite"
Shit, you don’t, you cannot write
Hold it, beasties get me, hit me
I’m a beastie, I get this like beasts be
Hit me up with another track
I get so much bad
And what comes to me, unfair, un you
Undo un-cunts, you can’t do the do
I am country move
I got so much shit upon my looting
You couldn’t take that from me, then funk me
Kill me, until I’m a dead meat
There’s nothing wrong with my playa
So I’m a paranoid that I say a
There’s water on my motherfucking mp3 player
Or cd player or an iPod player
Whatever, I am not a playa
If you don’t like me then just stop a playa
Stop this player, put the stop on button
Put the play off and put it off
For another day or crush that shit
I’m at the end, suck my
Was I just saying that?
I just sure did, I’m done