Testo Alright Yebba

Alright

I would say a smoke just to stand in the rain
But the true renegade drove off in a hearse
And paper planes spilled out like a tank of propane
Took flight over flame, too true to rehearse

How I've grown in love in complaining
And underexplaining my pride
Over the potions and pills
'Cause all of my wells have run dry
Did I bite down my tongue? Did it come from my nose
To run down the sink and hide in the prose that I write?
Now I know that you made up your mind

Silver rag? washed up all the plans that we mad?
Yeah, it flooded the bank, it yellowed our rise
Gold and grain boiled over a t-shirt stain
My shoulders strain all them stories of mine

'Cause although I've been here before
I've already burned out the page
Guess there's no use in closing at all
If I'm only as good as my age
But did I forget, spend half of my lifeI'm somehow convinced in exchange for a kiss from the sky
God knows that she's doing alright

Thinking straight only brought me back home a long way
Don't you see me that way? 'Cause I said it first
And though we came from the mouth of an unknown name
I hated LA, and missing her made it worse

But someday, I'll make it on outta here
And leave all my weapons behind
'Cause there is no virtue in poverty
And all in all, love is still kind
You say, "Come on, make it plain"
So I wrote you a poem
'Cause changing everything cost a handful of nothing
This time
I want to know if you're doin' alright

And I know that you've made up your mind
Everything must get better in time
No need in twisting my spine
I'll see you on the other side
Yeah, I hope that you're doing just fine
God knows that you're doing alright