Her Soul
Baby I tell you how it is
Cut the grapevines, ain't no one in our biz
Baby I tell how it is
Cut the grapevines, ain't no one in our biz
Shawty been bhad
Since the minute that I met her
Too fine yeah she special, man ain't no one could forget her
She called me king
Was my Coretta
I loved her good
She loved me better
She painted pictures
I wrote out letters
Recited scriptures
Stole all my sweaters
Alhamdulilhah
All praise to god
Hallelujah
Peas in a pod
She saw the fine print, in the title
She'd see the bottom line, as a spiral
Tears of joy inside a chapel, awaiting her arrival
Turned to tears, on a concrete rose, praying for her revival
There's a power in your soul
And I gotta let you know it
Seed
Flower
Shine light
Fraction effort
No blessings
She ain't pay her tithes
Had nothing to offer
No offering
Now I take her heart
And lock it
Reminisce over our locket
In a dungeon
Tryna to escape forced fate
Erase
All of our memories
Cause I can't bear it
Heart on my sleeveless tops
You know I'd always wear it
Stare into space, reminisce over your lipstick
Cherry bomb, is how I describe all our moments upon instinct, and
Couldn't wait for a house that we called home
Couldn't wait to get home and call your phone
Just to call you up, ask you wassup
Just to ring you up, I couldn't get enough
Girl, I couldn't get enough
Girl you'd always call my bluff
Hated playing card games with yo ass
The bad deck we would deal, started to amass
There's a power in your soul
And I gotta let you know it
Loved ones contemplating, what's wrong with me
Cause they ain't know you
Staring into space
Vegetable head space when I think about you
Sorry for anything I put you through
Empty apologies, we were always so prideful
Time together, with you shit was always so delightful
Times would get rough, shit was rough from the start
My baby, my partner in crime, till death did us part
I was fine with life kicking my ass
Till death did it's part
Cut the grapevines, ain't no one in our biz
Baby I tell how it is
Cut the grapevines, ain't no one in our biz
Shawty been bhad
Since the minute that I met her
Too fine yeah she special, man ain't no one could forget her
She called me king
Was my Coretta
I loved her good
She loved me better
She painted pictures
I wrote out letters
Recited scriptures
Stole all my sweaters
Alhamdulilhah
All praise to god
Hallelujah
Peas in a pod
She saw the fine print, in the title
She'd see the bottom line, as a spiral
Tears of joy inside a chapel, awaiting her arrival
Turned to tears, on a concrete rose, praying for her revival
There's a power in your soul
And I gotta let you know it
Seed
Flower
Shine light
Fraction effort
No blessings
She ain't pay her tithes
Had nothing to offer
No offering
Now I take her heart
And lock it
Reminisce over our locket
In a dungeon
Tryna to escape forced fate
Erase
All of our memories
Cause I can't bear it
Heart on my sleeveless tops
You know I'd always wear it
Stare into space, reminisce over your lipstick
Cherry bomb, is how I describe all our moments upon instinct, and
Couldn't wait for a house that we called home
Couldn't wait to get home and call your phone
Just to call you up, ask you wassup
Just to ring you up, I couldn't get enough
Girl, I couldn't get enough
Girl you'd always call my bluff
Hated playing card games with yo ass
The bad deck we would deal, started to amass
There's a power in your soul
And I gotta let you know it
Loved ones contemplating, what's wrong with me
Cause they ain't know you
Staring into space
Vegetable head space when I think about you
Sorry for anything I put you through
Empty apologies, we were always so prideful
Time together, with you shit was always so delightful
Times would get rough, shit was rough from the start
My baby, my partner in crime, till death did us part
I was fine with life kicking my ass
Till death did it's part
Credits
Writer(s): Gregory Mokaya
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