Soap

If I left my hair on the soap would you just pluck it out or would you just let it soak?

I know you're tired
I know you're scared
And you can't sit down or you'll crack that chair

If that vulture thinks I'm dead will she just scoop me up or will she let me rest?

I know she's tired
I know she's scared
And she can't sit down or she'll crack that chair

Running out of gas with my back to the border
Gunning it so fast that I crashed the Toyota
Funny how the past life can act like an armored truck

Nothing can compare to the taste of my seasoning
Always wanna share but can't name the ingredients
I know it's a shame you can blame it on my mother tongue

Even though I bite I play nice with the people
Always been the type to know right from the evil
Never been the type to rely on a sheet of notes

Molding all the words to the notes I hold dearest
I could only know I was wrong when I hear the disk
'Cause it goes just like this



Credits
Writer(s): Aaron Kisslinger
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