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SUIT Video (MV)




Performed By: Alpharo
Language: English
Length: 3:08
Written by: Alvaro del Campo




Alpharo - SUIT Lyrics




You're young don't sleep so much
Go hard this shit's no fun
No time no space no funds
Suit up get paid don't run
Small papers on your tongue
Oil vapors on your lungs
No time no space no funds
Suit up get paid don't run

Always trying to stir the pot in the wrong kitchen
I'll be aiming for the top and I'm not missing
All my brothers going off and we got vision
All my enemies are lost on the wrong mission
Superstition keep me locked up in my headspace
Approach shit with a dead face
Don't you know my head's changed
My legs got longer and my arms are trying to catch waves
And write them into songs until my ass is on the best stage
And I still haven't hit my best page
Book's just getting started and I'm parting with my desk phase
Here's to my best days
Do more say less days
Chronic smoker Ima rap till I get chest pains

You're young don't sleep so much
Go hard this shit's no fun
No time no space no funds
Suit up get paid don't run
Small papers on your tongue
Oil vapors on your lungs
No time no space no funds
Suit up get paid don't run

Satisfaction's what I'm asking and it's natural
My talent's not an accident, I'm after it
It's factual
I'm passing through the stages of my past and taking lots of notes
I been sitting waiting still it's time to rock the boat
Dragon's taking off and I been sitting on a pile of gold
Sorry that I cannot take your call but I got time to gloat
Spread my wings and make some waves so you just try to float
And I'll be sitting at this Mac until that's all she wrote
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English

You're young don't sleep so much
Go hard this shit's no fun
No time no space no funds
Suit up get paid don't run
Small papers on your tongue
Oil vapors on your lungs
No time no space no funds
Suit up get paid don't run

Always trying to stir the pot in the wrong kitchen
I'll be aiming for the top and I'm not missing
All my brothers going off and we got vision
All my enemies are lost on the wrong mission
Superstition keep me locked up in my headspace
Approach shit with a dead face
Don't you know my head's changed
My legs got longer and my arms are trying to catch waves
And write them into songs until my ass is on the best stage
And I still haven't hit my best page
Book's just getting started and I'm parting with my desk phase
Here's to my best days
Do more say less days
Chronic smoker Ima rap till I get chest pains

You're young don't sleep so much
Go hard this shit's no fun
No time no space no funds
Suit up get paid don't run
Small papers on your tongue
Oil vapors on your lungs
No time no space no funds
Suit up get paid don't run

Satisfaction's what I'm asking and it's natural
My talent's not an accident, I'm after it
It's factual
I'm passing through the stages of my past and taking lots of notes
I been sitting waiting still it's time to rock the boat
Dragon's taking off and I been sitting on a pile of gold
Sorry that I cannot take your call but I got time to gloat
Spread my wings and make some waves so you just try to float
And I'll be sitting at this Mac until that's all she wrote
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Writer: Alvaro del Campo
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