Alone In Vegas Outro Lyrics
| Song | Alone In Vegas Outro |
| Artist | Pusha T |
| Album | Fear of God |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I let you into my diary to admire me | |
| The make up of this man, | |
| I let you see the higher me | |
| The self righteous drug dealer dichotomy | |
| I'm drawing from both sides, | |
| I am Siamese | |
| The tug of war opens the door, entrada | |
| Rip me apart and see what's inside of this piñata | |
| And rolling kilos in | |
| Gymstrada that's one saga | |
| One chapter of black magic, | |
| I'm Harold potter | |
| Feels like | |
| I'm doomed to dealing with women who | |
| Relationships with their fathers won't allow us to bloom | |
| And blossom, | |
| I swear them | |
| Vegas nights was fucking awesome | |
| But adiós | |
| I blow my own dice before | |
| I toss 'em | |
| Lost some niggas some other niggas double crossed 'em | |
| Trying snatch my niggas back | |
| I blew a small fortune | |
| Wrestle with the work, we was like the four horsemen | |
| Rick Flair with the flame, | |
| I'm mother fucking | |
| Gorgeous, woah | |
| As the gull wing doors lift, | |
| Karate Kid, crane kick, no | |
| Jaden Smith | |
| Whiter than that coke brush that they paint me with | |
| Sunk leather seats softer than an angels kiss | |
| But they devil red, tires double tread | |
| I post and parks up. that gets me double head | |
| Tight rope walking tryna keep a level head | |
| The bright lights blind look at what the devil did [Hook:] | |
| She left the door open gave a fuck if | |
| I'm famous | |
| I write this alone in | |
| Vegas Came off fly street money partied nights with the a-list | |
| I write this alone in | |
| Vegas Remember nights when my team blew it all on the tables | |
| I write this alone in | |
| Vegas I'm the only one left and the memories fading so | |
| I write this alone in | |
| Vegas [Verse 2:] | |
| They'll do everything in their power | |
| Stomp me the stove when you rising like flour | |
| Make your cake fall when you threatening their tower | |
| It's 911 you on your 25th hour | |
| Hasta la vista | |
| I'm steppin' out the bleachers | |
| How the tide turns when the pupils now the teacher | |
| The game can't go by just followin the leaders | |
| You gotta be better than the ones who precede yah | |
| Upgrade them | |
| Upstage them | |
| Change the whole body shape and just update them | |
| Pagans Reagan era | |
| I ran contraband | |
| Money caused turf wars through the promised land | |
| First time being rich could be a common man | |
| The Guy Fishers had the blueprints and diagrams | |
| We just took what we needed and we built on it | |
| Lord forgive me for the blood that | |
| I spilt on it [Hook:] | |
| She left the door open gave a fuck if | |
| I'm famous | |
| I write this alone in | |
| Vegas Came off fly street money partied nights with the a-list | |
| I write this alone in | |
| Vegas Remember nights when my team blew it all on the tables | |
| I write this alone in | |
| Vegas I'm the only one left and the memories fading so | |
| I write this alone in | |
| Vegas [Outro:] | |
| Fear of God niggas | |
| Got me feelin' like | |
| Pac This the realest shit | |
| I ever wrote | |
| Who you know sit in | |
| New York for 2 days around | |
| Grammy winners | |
| Come back home straight to the money getters | |
| About $14, 000 dollars worth in 20s | |
| Brown paper bag money | |
| Yeah, I call that a good weekend | |
| Re-up gang forever | |
| Long live the king coming soon | |
| Malice my brother | |
| I love you | |
| Liva-Don, till the end nigga |
| I let you into my diary to admire me | |
| The make up of this man, | |
| I let you see the higher me | |
| The self righteous drug dealer dichotomy | |
| I' m drawing from both sides, | |
| I am Siamese | |
| The tug of war opens the door, entrada | |
| Rip me apart and see what' s inside of this pi ata | |
| And rolling kilos in | |
| Gymstrada that' s one saga | |
| One chapter of black magic, | |
| I' m Harold potter | |
| Feels like | |
| I' m doomed to dealing with women who | |
| Relationships with their fathers won' t allow us to bloom | |
| And blossom, | |
| I swear them | |
| Vegas nights was fucking awesome | |
| But adi s | |
| I blow my own dice before | |
| I toss ' em | |
| Lost some niggas some other niggas double crossed ' em | |
| Trying snatch my niggas back | |
| I blew a small fortune | |
| Wrestle with the work, we was like the four horsemen | |
| Rick Flair with the flame, | |
| I' m mother fucking | |
| Gorgeous, woah | |
| As the gull wing doors lift, | |
| Karate Kid, crane kick, no | |
| Jaden Smith | |
| Whiter than that coke brush that they paint me with | |
| Sunk leather seats softer than an angels kiss | |
| But they devil red, tires double tread | |
| I post and parks up. that gets me double head | |
| Tight rope walking tryna keep a level head | |
| The bright lights blind look at what the devil did Hook: | |
| She left the door open gave a fuck if | |
| I' m famous | |
| I write this alone in | |
| Vegas Came off fly street money partied nights with the alist | |
| I write this alone in | |
| Vegas Remember nights when my team blew it all on the tables | |
| I write this alone in | |
| Vegas I' m the only one left and the memories fading so | |
| I write this alone in | |
| Vegas Verse 2: | |
| They' ll do everything in their power | |
| Stomp me the stove when you rising like flour | |
| Make your cake fall when you threatening their tower | |
| It' s 911 you on your 25th hour | |
| Hasta la vista | |
| I' m steppin' out the bleachers | |
| How the tide turns when the pupils now the teacher | |
| The game can' t go by just followin the leaders | |
| You gotta be better than the ones who precede yah | |
| Upgrade them | |
| Upstage them | |
| Change the whole body shape and just update them | |
| Pagans Reagan era | |
| I ran contraband | |
| Money caused turf wars through the promised land | |
| First time being rich could be a common man | |
| The Guy Fishers had the blueprints and diagrams | |
| We just took what we needed and we built on it | |
| Lord forgive me for the blood that | |
| I spilt on it Hook: | |
| She left the door open gave a fuck if | |
| I' m famous | |
| I write this alone in | |
| Vegas Came off fly street money partied nights with the alist | |
| I write this alone in | |
| Vegas Remember nights when my team blew it all on the tables | |
| I write this alone in | |
| Vegas I' m the only one left and the memories fading so | |
| I write this alone in | |
| Vegas Outro: | |
| Fear of God niggas | |
| Got me feelin' like | |
| Pac This the realest shit | |
| I ever wrote | |
| Who you know sit in | |
| New York for 2 days around | |
| Grammy winners | |
| Come back home straight to the money getters | |
| About 14, 000 dollars worth in 20s | |
| Brown paper bag money | |
| Yeah, I call that a good weekend | |
| Reup gang forever | |
| Long live the king coming soon | |
| Malice my brother | |
| I love you | |
| LivaDon, till the end nigga |
| I let you into my diary to admire me | |
| The make up of this man, | |
| I let you see the higher me | |
| The self righteous drug dealer dichotomy | |
| I' m drawing from both sides, | |
| I am Siamese | |
| The tug of war opens the door, entrada | |
| Rip me apart and see what' s inside of this pi ata | |
| And rolling kilos in | |
| Gymstrada that' s one saga | |
| One chapter of black magic, | |
| I' m Harold potter | |
| Feels like | |
| I' m doomed to dealing with women who | |
| Relationships with their fathers won' t allow us to bloom | |
| And blossom, | |
| I swear them | |
| Vegas nights was fucking awesome | |
| But adi s | |
| I blow my own dice before | |
| I toss ' em | |
| Lost some niggas some other niggas double crossed ' em | |
| Trying snatch my niggas back | |
| I blew a small fortune | |
| Wrestle with the work, we was like the four horsemen | |
| Rick Flair with the flame, | |
| I' m mother fucking | |
| Gorgeous, woah | |
| As the gull wing doors lift, | |
| Karate Kid, crane kick, no | |
| Jaden Smith | |
| Whiter than that coke brush that they paint me with | |
| Sunk leather seats softer than an angels kiss | |
| But they devil red, tires double tread | |
| I post and parks up. that gets me double head | |
| Tight rope walking tryna keep a level head | |
| The bright lights blind look at what the devil did Hook: | |
| She left the door open gave a fuck if | |
| I' m famous | |
| I write this alone in | |
| Vegas Came off fly street money partied nights with the alist | |
| I write this alone in | |
| Vegas Remember nights when my team blew it all on the tables | |
| I write this alone in | |
| Vegas I' m the only one left and the memories fading so | |
| I write this alone in | |
| Vegas Verse 2: | |
| They' ll do everything in their power | |
| Stomp me the stove when you rising like flour | |
| Make your cake fall when you threatening their tower | |
| It' s 911 you on your 25th hour | |
| Hasta la vista | |
| I' m steppin' out the bleachers | |
| How the tide turns when the pupils now the teacher | |
| The game can' t go by just followin the leaders | |
| You gotta be better than the ones who precede yah | |
| Upgrade them | |
| Upstage them | |
| Change the whole body shape and just update them | |
| Pagans Reagan era | |
| I ran contraband | |
| Money caused turf wars through the promised land | |
| First time being rich could be a common man | |
| The Guy Fishers had the blueprints and diagrams | |
| We just took what we needed and we built on it | |
| Lord forgive me for the blood that | |
| I spilt on it Hook: | |
| She left the door open gave a fuck if | |
| I' m famous | |
| I write this alone in | |
| Vegas Came off fly street money partied nights with the alist | |
| I write this alone in | |
| Vegas Remember nights when my team blew it all on the tables | |
| I write this alone in | |
| Vegas I' m the only one left and the memories fading so | |
| I write this alone in | |
| Vegas Outro: | |
| Fear of God niggas | |
| Got me feelin' like | |
| Pac This the realest shit | |
| I ever wrote | |
| Who you know sit in | |
| New York for 2 days around | |
| Grammy winners | |
| Come back home straight to the money getters | |
| About 14, 000 dollars worth in 20s | |
| Brown paper bag money | |
| Yeah, I call that a good weekend | |
| Reup gang forever | |
| Long live the king coming soon | |
| Malice my brother | |
| I love you | |
| LivaDon, till the end nigga |
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