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PUSHA T lyrics : "Alone In Vegas"

Verse 1
I let you into my diary to admire me
The make up of this man, I let you see the higher me

The self righteous drug dealer dichotomy
I'm drawing from both sides, I am Siamese
The tug of war opens the door, entrada

Rip me apart and see what's inside of this piñata
And rolling kilos in Gymstrada that's one saga
One chapter of black magic, I'm Harold Potter

Feels like I'm doomed to dealing with women who
Relationships with their fathers won't allow us to bloom
And blossom, I swear them Vegas nights was $#&@ing awesome

But adiós I blow my own dice before I toss 'em
Lost some ^!$$%s some other ^!$$%s double crossed 'em
Tryna snatch my ^!$$%s back I blew a small fortune

Wrestle with the work, we was like the four hor!@&(
Rick Flair with the flame, I'm mother$#&@ing Gorgeous
As the gull wing doors lift

Karate Kid, crane kick, no Jaden Smith
Whiter than that !@%!e brush that they paint me with
Sunk leather seats softer than an angel's kiss

But they devil red, tires double tread
I post and parks up, that gets me double head
Tight rope walking tryna keep a level head

The bright lights blind look at what the devil did

Hook

She left the door open gave a $#&@ if I'm famous
I write this alone in Vegas
Came off fly street money partied nights with the a-list

I write this alone in Vegas
Remember nights when my team blew it all on the tables
I write this alone in Vegas

I'm the only one left and the memories fading so
I write this alone in Vegas


Verse 2
They'll do everything in their power
Stomp near the stove when you're rising like flour

Make your cake fall when you threatening their tower
It's 911 you're on your 25th hour
Asta la vista I'm steppin' out the bleachers

How the tide turns when the pupil's now the teacher
The game can't go by just followin' the leaders
You gotta be better than the ones who precede, yeah

Upgrade them, upstage them
Change the whole body shape and just update them, Pagans
Reagan era I ran contraband

Money caused turf wars through the promised land
First time being rich could be a common man
The Guy Fishers had the blueprints and diagrams

We just took what we needed and we built on it
Lord forgive me for the blood that I spilt on it


Hook

Outro

Fear of God ^!$$%s, got me feelin' like Pac
This the realest %#@! I ever wrote
Who you know sit in New York for 2 days around Grammy winners

Come back home straight to the money getters
About $14,000 dollars worth in 20s
Brown paper bag money, I call that a good weekend

Re-up gang forever
Long live the caine coming soon
Malice my brother I love you

Liva Don 'til the end ^!$$%

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