Munro - Lone Rider

Aye, Time moves slow when I'm in the day
Time moves fast when it's getting late
Bop to jazz on the interstate
Drop the bag on anything
Pop a bottle champagne
Disco party we dance
Pop a bottle, champagne
Yeah, yeah
Outside looking in behind a closed curtain
I'm the studio with the bourbon
She got a new Berkin
What's inside the purse
I might never know for certain
Could be contraception prepared for me to burst in
Yeah, Hope she don't curve me
When it come to balling out
Guess I'm Kyrie Irving
Flyest motherfucker in the suburban area
Lately I been up against the ropes like Rey Mysterio
I, ain't see you in a while
Might call you up tonight
Hi, what's good are you aight?
Baby what do you need
It's getting dark now
Late night maybe time to lay the pen down
Lose count of the days that I spent down
So much time can't decide what to do about
Hate to be a coward but I gotta dip up out here
Hit the road stay moving I cannot drown here
Keep swimming through the trauma make it to the island
Just me on the beach I'm an outsider
Only me on the beat I'm a Lone Rider
Only cowboy in the desert with his own rifle
Aiming at the industry verbally violent
Mp3's on me gonna kill the silence
Why bother trying to tell you
I'mma show you why this
Young Isaac's got the rock in his hand he cannot pass this
I'mma act now, set the tone, start a riot
Last man standing on his own and it's been like this
Yeah I, ain't seen you in a while
Might call you up tonight
Hi, what's good are you aight?
Baby what do you need from me

Written by:
Isaac Munro

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