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kendrick lamar’s “alright” - grant schubert lyrics

[produced by pharrell williams & sounwave]
[directed by colin tilley]

[intro]
alls my life i has to fight, n-gga
alls my life i…
hard times like, “god!”
bad trips like, “yea!”
nazareth, i’m f-cked up
homie you f-cked up
but if god got us
then we gon’ be alright

[hook: pharrell williams]
n-gga, we gon’ be alright
n-gga, we gon’ be alright
we gon’ be alright
do you hear me, do you feel me? we gon’ be alright
n-gga, we gon’ be alright
huh? we gon’ be alright
n-gga, we gon’ be alright
do you hear me, do you feel me? we gon’ be alright

[verse 1]
uh, and when i wake up
i recognize you’re lookin’ at me for the pay cut
but homicide be lookin’ at you from the face down
what mac-11 even boom with the b-ss down
schemin’, and let me tell you ’bout my life
paink!llers only put me in the twilight
where pretty p-ssy and benjamin is the highlight
now tell my momma i love her but this what i like, lord knows
20 of ’em in my chevy, tell ’em all to come and get me
reapin’ everything i sow, so my karma comin’ heavy
no preliminary hearings on my record
i’m a motherf-ckin’ gangster in silence for the record
tell the world i know it’s too late
boys and girls, i think i gone cray
drown inside my vices all day
won’t you please believe when i say

[pre-hook]
wouldn’t you know
we been hurt, been down before
n-gga, when our pride was low
lookin’ at the world like, “where do we go?”
n-gga, and we hate po-po
wanna k!ll us dead in the street fo sho
n-gga, i’m at the preacher’s door
my knees gettin’ weak, and my gun might blow
but we gon’ be alright

[hook]
n-gga, we gon’ be alright
n-gga, we gon’ be alright
we gon’ be alright
do you hear me, do you feel me? we gon’ be alright
n-gga, we gon’ be alright
huh? we gon’ be alright
n-gga, we gon’ be alright
do you hear me, do you feel me? we gon’ be alright

[verse 2]
what you want, you a house, you a car?
40 acres and a mule, a piano, a guitar?
anything, see my name is lucy, i’m your dog
motherf-cker, you can live at the mall
i can see the evil, i can tell it, i know it’s illegal
i don’t think about it, i deposit every other zero
thinkin’ of my partner, put the candy, paint it on the regal
diggin’ in my pocket, ain’t a profit big enough to feed you
everyday my logic get another dollar just to keep you
in the presence of your chico… ah!
i don’t talk about it, be about it, everyday i sequel
if i got it then you know you got it, heaven, i can reach you
pet dog, pet dog, pet dog, my dog, that’s all
pick back and chat, i trap the back for y’all
i rap, i black on track so rest -ssured
my rights, my wrongs; i write ’til i’m right with god

[outro]
i keep my head up high
i cross my heart and hope to die
lovin’ me is complicated
too afraid, a lot of changes
i’m alright, and you’re a favorite
dark nights in my prayers

[poem]
i remembered you was conflicted
misusing your influence, sometimes i did the same
abusing my power full of resentment
resentment that turned into a deep depression
found myself screamin’ in the hotel room
i didn’t wanna self-destruct
the evils of lucy was all around me
so i went runnin’ for answers

- grant schubert lyrics

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