Yeah, Alright (Deep Blue)

Ain’t no right way, might make a left turn, a slight de-
Tour with the fam, ain’t know where I am
Better know what it is, come back like a storm
Here’s forewarn' better hide yo' kids
But show your face when I enter the club
Like Puffy and Mase, got one for the road
One in the works, wife at the side
Do or die, knowing her got spares in the purse
This one’s for the blursed, mixing the best with the worst
Like sexing and work, clocked into ya curves…
Gave thought to these words, getting head on a verse
Ahead of the pack, yeah they know where I’m at
But I don’t really stay any place on map
On my own sh*t, own ship
Russel Brand with the rap, touch space then I’m back
Like what
And if ya' miss me, then hit me-
Up on that snap, crackle, and pop
Like some sugar on my Krispies, lift me
Up like the «V» that ya hold high
Know mine always stood for that victory
Let them wrist pop, wheels up ‘for I touch down
Seven-Eighty-Seven on that ten-speed bruh like what
I said bruh like what
Chillin' in a life I love
In a three-piece tux feeling snug as f*ck
I mean that bruh
F*cks man I can’t give one
I, get fly to get by, get fly to get by
But feeling so high that I can’t lookup
Tonight’s gonna be better than the last
Yeah, alright
And I need it
Tonight’s gonna be better than the last
Yeah, alright
And I need it
Tonight' s gonna be better than the last
Yeah, alright
And I need it
Rewind just a little bit
Little kid, didn’t have sh*t now I’m killing it
Everybody feeling him, syke
Used to play the field like Mike
Struck out, changed the game
Sealed the deal like… Mike
Thrice--
Security, check him for a gun
I, know he let it go like one
Heard Chase The Sun, now they all burnt up
One love on the real, ain’t here for the belt
Just so real that I feel myself
Oooo
So real that I feel myself
Oooo
In fear that my mic might melt, really tho
God it feel good, God it feel good
God it feel good just to be
Take a second now, breath
If I gotta be someone
Then I wanna be me
And if you miss me…
Then hit me-
Up on that snap, crackle and pop
Like some sugar on my Krispies, lift me
Up like the «V» that ya hold high
Know mine always stood for that victory
Let them wrist pop, wheels up ‘for I touch down
Seven-Eighty-Seven on that ten-speed bruh like what
I said bruh like what
Chillin' in a life I love
In a three-piece tux feeling snug as f*ck
I mean that bruh
F*cks man I can’t give one
I, get fly to get by, get fly to get by
But feeling so high that I can’t lookup
Tonights gonna be better than the last
Yeah, alright
And I need it
Tonights gonna be better than the last
Yeah, alright
And I need it
Tonights gonna be better than the last
Yeah, alright
And I need it