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As I Look Around

 

As I Look Around

(album: Alcoholic Alligator - 2018)


As I look around
As I look around
As I look around
As I look around
As I look around, as I look a
All of my friends are gone
All of my friends are gone
As I look around
As I look around

All of my friends went ghosts
All, all I eat for breakfast, Versace French toast
All, all that I drive, Ford, Ford trucks
Only time I sleep, on a tour bus
Now, now I'm outside, doorsteps
I, I don't hear jumpers, 'Rari nets
Swing open the vet, sunset
Tangerine jets left the Porsche wet

All of my friends are gone
All of my friends are gone
As I look around
Look around
All of my friends, gone
All of my friends, gone
As I look around
As I look around
All of my friends, gone
All of my friends, gone
As I look around
As I look around

I don't see any competition
We the multi-million dollar rap coalition
Dragging your feet, leaning on the sizzurp
Clack you in your face, leave you in a dessert
I fucked your bitch 'cause bitch is a flizzard
Couldn't take the dick, she said it that it hizzurt
Ice, you a monster, add me to your roster
I choked her out, I call it steak and lobster
Give me your money, I do my own contracts
I hate lawyer, make me wanna pull a contract
All in his house, four fifth, all in his mouth
Out the back door, leaving with his spouse
We with the hitters, you with the smokers
We with the bankers, you with the fakers

All of my friends are gone
All of my friends are gone
Look around
Look around

All of my friends

done

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