Alright, alright, alright Balling down the corner Alright, alright, alright, alright Take the long way home Alright, alright, alright Alright, alright Alright, alright, alright, alright
Jacques was born April 30 aye Doctor said he wouldn't be home in thirty days He gon' be alright, alright, alright, alright Mamma said her son gon' be a gift Mamma said her son gon' be the shit He gon' be alright, alright, alright, alright Mamma coming home with different niggas Daddy out there hanging with the killers Really be alright, alright, alright, alright Feel like I need me a sip Feel like I'mma need me a bitch Make me feel alright, alright, alright, alright
[SZA:] There's blood on your face Salt on your skin Your battle is done, for now
Alright, alright, alright Now I wanna blow these trees alright Hit another lick and we gon' be alright Alright, alright, alright, alright Now we got this breeze we gon' be alright Hundred all we need we gon' be alright Alright Alright, alright
[SZA:] Completely available to you Scrape a little off the top Come meet your puddin' pop All night