Duck Alright Lyrics
| Song | Duck Alright |
| Artist | Halo |
| Album | Mansa Musa (Guest Starring Masta Killa) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [Hook] | |
| Ridin’ through the city, ridin’ through the city | |
| Demons in my rearview I know they out to get me | |
| Ridin’ through the city, ridin’ through the city | |
| Eyes closed, fast lane, that’s when it hit me | |
| That it’s alright, told my baby that it’s alright | |
| Told my brothers that it’s alright | |
| Told my mother that it’s alright | |
| But I’ll be gone all night | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| I told ya so, I told ya so | |
| I love it when I say it cause you hate it | |
| And don’t debate it, you might degrade it | |
| Let it go, even hoarders wouldn’t save it | |
| Question opinions, arguing facts | |
| Part of my back, call me [?] Jack | |
| Relax, change the destination | |
| Round here we specialise in degradation | |
| Basin, prize chasin’, what? This the ******’ life I lead | |
| All about needs, I need you to leave | |
| Wha-what? Wha-what? Wha-what? Wha-what? | |
| Grindin’ teeth, what’s beef? Baby love wanna creep | |
| No leash on that, ******, you free to roam | |
| You free to roam, at least the fleas’ll have a home | |
| Like the sweetest language that I’ve never known | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| Travel round the world, seen a few things | |
| Talk to stangers, learn some new things | |
| From where the news swings to rooftops | |
| From Grammy winner makin’ the booth pop | |
| Now who’s hot? People feel lonelier than ever | |
| Get advice from those ain’t doin’ much better | |
| Poor righteous teacher, stripper named ‘licia | |
| If she had a father then she’d probly be a keeper | |
| And then Tamiqua, oh that diva | |
| Taught me how to roll, then I rode out, see ya | |
| Wouldn’t wanna be ya, others I won’t name | |
| Off buzz they let you bang like an onomatopoeia | |
| I ain’t ******t at least I know it, used to be heroic | |
| He writin’ blind like a HaLo type of poet | |
| I ain’t ******t at least I know it, used to be heroic | |
| He writin’ blind like a HaLo type of poet | |
| Then it change | |
| [Hook] |
| Hook | |
| Ridin' through the city, ridin' through the city | |
| Demons in my rearview I know they out to get me | |
| Ridin' through the city, ridin' through the city | |
| Eyes closed, fast lane, that' s when it hit me | |
| That it' s alright, told my baby that it' s alright | |
| Told my brothers that it' s alright | |
| Told my mother that it' s alright | |
| But I' ll be gone all night | |
| Verse 1 | |
| I told ya so, I told ya so | |
| I love it when I say it cause you hate it | |
| And don' t debate it, you might degrade it | |
| Let it go, even hoarders wouldn' t save it | |
| Question opinions, arguing facts | |
| Part of my back, call me ? Jack | |
| Relax, change the destination | |
| Round here we specialise in degradation | |
| Basin, prize chasin', what? This the ' life I lead | |
| All about needs, I need you to leave | |
| Whawhat? Whawhat? Whawhat? Whawhat? | |
| Grindin' teeth, what' s beef? Baby love wanna creep | |
| No leash on that, , you free to roam | |
| You free to roam, at least the fleas' ll have a home | |
| Like the sweetest language that I' ve never known | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Travel round the world, seen a few things | |
| Talk to stangers, learn some new things | |
| From where the news swings to rooftops | |
| From Grammy winner makin' the booth pop | |
| Now who' s hot? People feel lonelier than ever | |
| Get advice from those ain' t doin' much better | |
| Poor righteous teacher, stripper named ' licia | |
| If she had a father then she' d probly be a keeper | |
| And then Tamiqua, oh that diva | |
| Taught me how to roll, then I rode out, see ya | |
| Wouldn' t wanna be ya, others I won' t name | |
| Off buzz they let you bang like an onomatopoeia | |
| I ain' t t at least I know it, used to be heroic | |
| He writin' blind like a HaLo type of poet | |
| I ain' t t at least I know it, used to be heroic | |
| He writin' blind like a HaLo type of poet | |
| Then it change | |
| Hook |
| Hook | |
| Ridin' through the city, ridin' through the city | |
| Demons in my rearview I know they out to get me | |
| Ridin' through the city, ridin' through the city | |
| Eyes closed, fast lane, that' s when it hit me | |
| That it' s alright, told my baby that it' s alright | |
| Told my brothers that it' s alright | |
| Told my mother that it' s alright | |
| But I' ll be gone all night | |
| Verse 1 | |
| I told ya so, I told ya so | |
| I love it when I say it cause you hate it | |
| And don' t debate it, you might degrade it | |
| Let it go, even hoarders wouldn' t save it | |
| Question opinions, arguing facts | |
| Part of my back, call me ? Jack | |
| Relax, change the destination | |
| Round here we specialise in degradation | |
| Basin, prize chasin', what? This the ' life I lead | |
| All about needs, I need you to leave | |
| Whawhat? Whawhat? Whawhat? Whawhat? | |
| Grindin' teeth, what' s beef? Baby love wanna creep | |
| No leash on that, , you free to roam | |
| You free to roam, at least the fleas' ll have a home | |
| Like the sweetest language that I' ve never known | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Travel round the world, seen a few things | |
| Talk to stangers, learn some new things | |
| From where the news swings to rooftops | |
| From Grammy winner makin' the booth pop | |
| Now who' s hot? People feel lonelier than ever | |
| Get advice from those ain' t doin' much better | |
| Poor righteous teacher, stripper named ' licia | |
| If she had a father then she' d probly be a keeper | |
| And then Tamiqua, oh that diva | |
| Taught me how to roll, then I rode out, see ya | |
| Wouldn' t wanna be ya, others I won' t name | |
| Off buzz they let you bang like an onomatopoeia | |
| I ain' t t at least I know it, used to be heroic | |
| He writin' blind like a HaLo type of poet | |
| I ain' t t at least I know it, used to be heroic | |
| He writin' blind like a HaLo type of poet | |
| Then it change | |
| Hook |
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