Artist: Black Knights f/ Dexter Wiggles, Pimp Nasty
Album:  n/a
Song:   All Alone With You
Typed By: pneumatic

[Chorus 2x: Dexter Wiggles]
All alone with you, Feels,
So very right, So very right,
All alone with you, Feels,
So very nice, So very nice.

[Dexter Wiggles]
When I'm out in the streets I'm glad to have you on my side,
When it's just me and you, It only feels so right,
Nothing else'll bother me long as I know that your there,
Any given situation, You get me prepared,
Yeah but now you haven't acted happy till I first met ya,
And even when I'm mad sometimes I put you under pressure,
I never had the thoughts that one of ya would ever leave me,
In a day when I be fuckin, I'm cautious so I take it easy,
Her name was so subtle, I just called her Mrs. Smith,
Into the path of destruction she blowin daddy a kiss,
And when it get ??? I need her I don't have to ask,
It's like she already knowin, She be up for the task.

[Monk]
I'm trapped up inside my thoughts I'm tryna escape reality,
Could it be the drugs, My bitches, My homies against me,
So I think outside the box as we sit and hot box,
Contemplate on what's tryna get me and my homies off the block,
Take another toke, Metaphorically transform into smoke,
And travel through the world as gases and air masses,
And try to find ways on how to escape all my habits,
But I love the lust for weed, Pussy, And that magic,
Potion, I'm floatin through realms as I fill with a swiftness,
A quickness, The thought process,
All praises to Allah, Yeah I do stay blessed,
And still I get entrapped in the ways of the world,
There's swallowin and snortin and smoked a different forms of drugs.

[Chorus]

[Pimp Nasty]
It's perfect here, The feelin of me and you so secluded,
Your ma the only who prolly think I'm so abusive,
I see how you started, Always on some old-new shit,
Got to do sick like niggas can't fuck with me,
I lost love for you but came back cause you miss me,
You be changin with the homies, Homies changin wit homies,
But you in my heart, Unkowning that you'd feed my kids,
And when you poppin off I be like I don't believe this shit,
But I'm sick with you, We'll never divorce, We been gridlocked,
They call you hip hop, I call you somethin to run through,
You need me, I want you, They call me Pimp Nasty,
It's been over ten years now I need my cash.

[Crisis]
All alone with you, Feels so very nice,
Something like paradise, I can do this every night,
Your body bangin, Wish I coulda popped your cherry twice,
Go deep like the voice of Barry White, Or Jerry Rice,
On the route no doubt, You make me sprout inches,
Make it easy to dismiss bitches with the quickness,
Your co-vicious structure, Sexy then a motherfucker,
How could a nigga what nan-other, Other,
Your my beautiful, That's why I treat you better then the usual,
Your mental's the reason that I'm glued to you,
That and your aroma, Your sweet fragrance got me on one,
Something like I'm in a cognac coma.

[Chorus to fade]