Superior James - Alonzo (Miss You Carnal) lyrics
[Superior James - Alonzo Miss You Carnal lyrics]
Fuck with the business I’ll get you paid well
If she a fair skin i gotta give her farewell
You Can’t buy character from detail
Got this talent from my ancestors
Was a sweet deal
They always move the goal post
Once I land the kick
Regardless of distance Vinatarri with
A Spanish twist
Perception of me don’t reflect
How I maneuver now
West Montebello that’s the place
That I’m holding down
Corner pocket I called game with the 8 ball
She struggling with imperialism I
Told her "stay strong"
Love the game, Love the hustle
Love the late nights
Me & depression Trading blows
A 12 round fight put me last in last place
Guarantee I’ll finish first
I’m a badman When I’m only
Focused on writing words
Got me top, Got me on top aye what’s up top?!
TDE still ain’t send the contract
So I’m kinda hot
Way I move nouns & words Luxury as wrist game
I get my checks From a white
Man It brings me disdain
This game Promised me nothing
I understand that i Got Abes on my shoulder
Never asking "Where my mans at?!"
Brown loyal, How many times He repeat that?
If he late with the bag I
Tell that man "keep that"
They read the cover But never
Make it to the subtext
I never fabricate I educate with style
Tell me You not impressed 7
Years I hit record
I resonate with brown I don’t
Expect it to detour professional pen game
Only right I charge a fee
Masterclass level skill & Still
Ain’t got no degree
When the music sample’d to
Me shit it’s creatine
The current trap sound Not my
Lover like billie jean
The journey victorious but still
I’m never satisfied
I Almost Broke down when they
Told me that Alonso died
If she a fair skin i gotta give her farewell
You Can’t buy character from detail
Got this talent from my ancestors
Was a sweet deal
They always move the goal post
Once I land the kick
Regardless of distance Vinatarri with
A Spanish twist
Perception of me don’t reflect
How I maneuver now
West Montebello that’s the place
That I’m holding down
Corner pocket I called game with the 8 ball
She struggling with imperialism I
Told her "stay strong"
Love the game, Love the hustle
Love the late nights
Me & depression Trading blows
A 12 round fight put me last in last place
Guarantee I’ll finish first
I’m a badman When I’m only
Focused on writing words
Got me top, Got me on top aye what’s up top?!
TDE still ain’t send the contract
So I’m kinda hot
Way I move nouns & words Luxury as wrist game
I get my checks From a white
Man It brings me disdain
This game Promised me nothing
I understand that i Got Abes on my shoulder
Never asking "Where my mans at?!"
Brown loyal, How many times He repeat that?
If he late with the bag I
Tell that man "keep that"
They read the cover But never
Make it to the subtext
I never fabricate I educate with style
Tell me You not impressed 7
Years I hit record
I resonate with brown I don’t
Expect it to detour professional pen game
Only right I charge a fee
Masterclass level skill & Still
Ain’t got no degree
When the music sample’d to
Me shit it’s creatine
The current trap sound Not my
Lover like billie jean
The journey victorious but still
I’m never satisfied
I Almost Broke down when they
Told me that Alonso died