Mad Brains x Srabi Machine - Low Alpine lyrics

[Hook] Stumbling down the railroad tracks In the back of my mind I hear Son you're going off the rails Son you're going off the rails [Verse 1] I watched my father fall apart I was creeping round in the dark In the cold night with the cold folks In my tracksuit and a pack of smokes And a spliff lit, and my lip split, from a dip sh** from up the road And we split quick when the bizzys came, this bullsh** was just all a game Eventually made it back home, silent auto pilot not listening way too stoned My father was waiting home worried. I had no intention to hurry home It never really felt like home [Verse 2] He implies, I decide to apply 95s to my feet He resides in the blind, so I walk out the door to the street Clipper to the richmond, zipper to my neck line Hoody up, Alpine. Gla** bottle, white wine [Hook] Stumbling down the railroad tracks In the back of my mind I hear Son you're going off the rails Son you're going off the rails [Verse 3] My father tried to tame me, but I had to work it out myself Couldn't keep me in a cage Poppa kept pushing me, could of give up on me, could of said f** it, kick him out in hoody left stranded in public But he didn't