Yuma - Walk Alone lyrics

[Intro] You want my life You wanna take away what's mine But I got my rights And I'll keep singing 'till the sun don't rise [Verse 1: Deuce] It's like a game for me to watch you suffer in pain It's my favorite thing, and I'm a do this sh** 'til you're slain You can go and ask God, even he wants you dead I'll put your name to shame every time that my pen hits the paper Mister, "Mr. I'm the new Jonathan Davis" Who tries to rap but can't even sing The only time he sounds good is when he's spreading his rumors Or filling up his beer gut with the last of his Coors Crap, I ain't done yet, and don't you ever compare me to you I'm the next Trent, you're that dude workin' Pro Tools at noon And now you're chokin' cause your career is over for you I f**in' smoked you, both you Don't you got something better to do, than tell each other who's cuter? "Mr. Cool Dude", oh yeah, I forgot to tell you that your mom's a loose b**h And her two kids can s** my dick, you know who this is [Hook: Deuce] As I walk alone, I still sing for tomorrow Don't you forget that when I meet you there won't be no sorrow These streets are cold but this lonely road I follow I'm not scared cause I know coming home tomorrow [Verse 2: Deuce] Dr. Drew says he don't like me. If he's got a problem with my penis he can fight me Motherf**ers think cause I'm on the radio they can buy me and put this a**hole right beside me You think I'm a sit here lying? f** that, I ain't gonna let no psychooooo punk back In my city, nine milli' milli' sing it with me, I got the Truth in the Spirit, you can try and hit me There's a certain magic when I spit, and only few can match it cause I'm right above the ceiling Its a normal habit, that's why these people say I k** it, thank God he made a magnet to take apart these feelings So when you meet me, just say "Hi, how you doin'?" I don't need that other crap like "Wow, I knew how you grew up" Or you can take the other route and just say "Wow, how you blew up.", but behind my back your saying "How the f** did he do it?" [Hook] [Verse 3: Deuce] Yeah some may view me as the villain, portray me like a felon So my musics like a weapon, my mind is like my senses I know when they pretend sh**, actin' like its friendship Kiss my f**in' necklace. Ask Jorel he's my motherf**in' witness And every single line I spit, I spit like I'm 2Pac and sh** Heheh, Yeah I'm still rockin' it, still walkin' it, and they ask Deuce "Why you still talkin' it?" [Hook]