I Walk Alone by Cap Gun Kid and Emily Fields

Written by Ron Allen~ 

Produced by G-Dawg Trading~ 

 

Lyrics: 

I walk alone 
my head held high 
you wish me dead 
you hope I die 
you little twerp 
you jealous guy 

If I had a dollar for every 
little twit 
I'd have fat ass pockets because I'd be rich as shit 
If you try to swallow crow, you'll choke and look a fool 
so just turn and walk away you're far too dumb to duel 

I walk alone 
my eyes to sky 
you wish to join  
I hope you die
you little fuck  
you wasted life 

If I had a collar for every pet I get 
I'd have to learn to walk them in little groups and sets 
If you try to raise a horde, chance is your food bill's high 
buy the frozen bean mix and with water multiply 

I walk alone 
my feet they flow
you trip and fall 
I hope you know 
you really suck
but you can grow  

If I had a scholar for every question asked 
I'd have to always asked them when the shadow doubt is cast 
If you try to praise a lord, you do on bended knee 
buy the golden bible through its wisdom you'll be free