D.A.L.E Lyrics

Aye

Hey

It's bick

We lit

Okay

Back in tha past back in the day

Livin it different im pickin my way

Pick my position and pick up whats missing

And We'll see who get to a different day

Wake up and bake never too late

Never too early im diggin my grave

Mind in the gutta while I'm burning rubba

I die for my brotha don't get in my face

Get in my face And you get my fade

Run up wit gun up im Catchin my case

Bullets we trade leavin a trace

we get deleted in Peices decay

Leave em for days demons n haze

Creep with no reasoning beef wit no seasonin

Peep the demeanor cause he been afraid

Just see what he say

bad kid when im half lit

Popov vodka gotta Have it

I took cat nap in Bat whip

Now I'm digging ditches goin Bat shit Cray

Like guano

Get a kiss like mono.

Get Pissed go Mono e mono

If ya Didn't listen i don't know

Listen different when I spit I get it

I'm a get it twisted with my Mask off

Grip the metal when I hit the pedal

I'ma twist ignition gotta blast off

Out there like I'm neutron

It's a new groove who are you on

Get ta choose two im a groupon

Ima crunch em up just like some Croutons

Uhhh

Im a Cruise ship

Get ya sinkin with some Loose lips

With them loose hips hit the moves quick

Sweep and clean up like a Q-tip

Im Not useless i got Two lips

Use em til im pushin Tulips

Cause I'm too lit it's abusive

Hit em wit it make em stupid

And say

Oh…no…

That was a bad one

Woe bro don't blow

I make you da last one

Go…slow….

I'll get you da fast one

Roho no flow

I'm back in the past son

Wooooooh

I'm back in da past

Nooooo

It happened so fast

Whyyyyy

Did I have to die

Liiiiiiiiiiiiight

I'm back in the sky

Cause

Back in tha past back in the day

Livin it different im pickin my way

Pick my position and pick up whats missing

And We'll see who get to a different day

Wake up and bake never too late

Never too early im diggin my grave

Mind in the gutta while I'm burning rubba

I die for my brotha don't get in my face

Flickin a bic

Pickin a path

flip it im rich

It's just a little but

That's what I get when

I'm mappin and pickin the caption

When I know the caption is picked

Actually happenin faster when I pick the path up

That hadn't been trampled to shit

Trappin is tragic not magic

I happened to back up and track

Now I'm actually rich

Treat me like liquor

The preacher gets sicker.

Just pick up you might take a sip

Stick like a sticker no

Pick like a picker

Im itchin cause i got the Tic

If I go quicker will

tension get thicker

Don't mentionin the mystical mix

Leave it to sender

With peace im delivered

Its finished im done I Submit

I wanna go Home

I'm all alone

I wanna go Home

I'm all alone