Walk On By - Thundercat, OG Ron C, DJ Candlestick

At the end of it all

No one wants to drink alone

Baby, that’s how it goes

Don’t walk away from me

Fragmented memories

Sentences incomplete

That’s when she said

«Don't wanna put up a fight anymore

I’m down to the end of my rope

And I’m freefalling

I’ll search inside myself

I need to know why I act this way»

A whisper turns to a scream

I can’t ignore it no more

At the end of it all

No one wants to drink alone

Baby, that’s how it goes

From my eyewitness binoculars (uh-huh)

To Argentina and Africa (uh-huh)

We mastered the (what?) pressure (yeah)

Hazardous (uh-huh), harassing us (that's right)

You laugh at us (you did)

More accurate at bagging dimes, now we bagging rhymes

Bodybags, price tags on your forehead

Nine times out of ten, young niggas are nine or ten

When the line becomes thin: be a killer or fireman

Fill up the lavish pen if I needed to right my wrongs

I can’t deny sin, condolences through these palms

I remember when your cousin was coming home

My bitch, why we plotted to kill him 'cause we ain’t know him

Unfamiliar faces make niggas nervous

Convicted court cases might hit the surface

Restricted territories might come through lurkin'

We ain’t want none of that urgent call

Well, I’ma act Turk and fall on my identity, percocets

For all the headaches, I’m 'bout to bring confetti

Tumble out this barrel soon as it ring, you ready?

That was the word 'for we moved on 'em

Treat him like Joe the Plumber

I wonder if someone come and can see this tool on him

Immature and retarded is what you call me

Your cousin wa’n’t coming home from the pen but from the army

If I can right my wrongs and pen this verse I read

Even though a bullet hit him in the leg, still walk on by

At the end of it all

No one wants to drink alone

Baby that’s how it goes

Don’t walk away from me