03 BOY

Al Right

Produced by Weeddemon

Album: AGORA

Written by Al Right

Additional Production by Al Right & Alex Farway

Additional Vocals by C’nee Starlette

Sample:

[Verse 1: Al Right]

I’m alright

This that soundtrack to my inhibition

I ain’t a rapper since 2010

I got caught up in my superstitions

I’m making room for new elements (Question)

How you feeling when a white boy singing

And the whole crew thinking not another Slim Shady

But it ain’t ‘cause I’m not trying to copy on an image

I ain't nothing like the other white boys in the building

Races ain’t a thing

I’m still a fucking panda

Better watch my culture move

To your side of the globe like ebola

Never met a beat that was cold on my speakers but

I could’ve been a better fucking lyrical

Because I’d think it's nice until I sober up

All of this has got me close to more bitches

I mean claustrophobic

All of this has got lust up on me

Lay dust upon me, Rick Ross upon me

Now I’m worried this shit has got me losing my focus

How you feeling about a white boy?

Knowing that I never take a hike boy

Knowing that I never get it right boy alright boy

You got my name is Al Right by this time boy

[Verse 2: Al Right]

Races ain’t a thing

We’re all just fucking pandas

I mean literally fucking pandas

Until they find a way back from our prime minister, uh

Think I’m joking but it’s Trudeau

The white boy chilling with Obama

Watching time ticking on a Hublot

And all of this goes to waste like Oussama

Running through the woods got me feeling like I should

Pause, I can’t express myself through the trap like I really wish that I would

So I’m bouncing up to that old school, let the homie Dough take the new school

All of this is just old news, it’s just old news I mean shit

If I ever ran my mouth without shit to say

Than I hope the world sees a better day

Than that Donald Trump for the U.S.A

The world’s gone crazy and it’s safe to say, shit

How you feeling about a white boy?

Knowing that he never took a hike boy

Knowing that he never got it right boy alright boy

You got this shit ain’t Al Right by this time boy, alright

I’m alright

[Verse 3: Al Right]

Don’t call me a wigga, don’t call me the n word

Just call me a panda

I’m getting kinda fed up with the fact that we all put a label

On the face of a brother

Even on a sister, god

I’d be calling her a bitch for sure if she in the club

I’ll put this on the guy that she ran away from

That’ll make her fuck around like she on some drugs

But I hate that shit, uh

To be honest I don’t really care about the way I rap

‘Cause I’m not that slick, uh

Neither are you, so put your middle fingers in a coffin

Some say I’m a lady killer

Well I’ma kill this beat, call it beat killer

And I’ma fuck your lady like a vampire

Or what not, I may be Mr Cullen

I may be at the bottom writing songs

While I’m drunk and driving on the fucking highway

But I’ll get past all the beautiful girls and live a beautiful life

Into a beautiful world

Type of shit I’m in for

Not your bitch, she a nympho

They say I got time, well I really don’t mind

If it takes 3 years to make an album than I’m gone

Alright

[Outro: C’nee Starlette]

Uh… who the fuck are you?

I’m Al Right

Yeah, I think we all got that by now

Shit, where are you from?