Solitude
And so it goes
And so it goes like
La-da-dah dah da-da-dah
So goes the hands of time
Handle your shit. I'll handle mine
I'll handle mine just fine like
Do-do-doo doo do-do-dooo
Ain't in your novel I'm just walking through
Not here for the prosecution
Who the fuck you talking to
Not the time. Not the mood
I enjoy my solitude
You motherfucking people all exhausting as fuck
And I don't mean no trouble in here
Mind my business like I mind my own company
Just trying to make it through the day
And we'll all be on our way, why motherfuckers gotta fuck with me
Who you take me for? I'ma be real with you
I don't really feel for you
Keep lookin at me with that face and I'ma show you who you trying to see
It's just a struggle I don't know the difference between spiritual and a
Pushover so
I'ma just mind my own
And I'll keep mine afloat
And if you fuck with mines
Then just protect that motherfucking throat
Gotta whole lot of anger in my soul
Not a scroll to control it, not a motherfucking cloak
That could hide it when it grows
And it climbs up out that hole that I confine it to
I'm finding you and lining you with holes
The first time I released it from control
Kicked a leak into a nose, blood seeps into his clothes
As I lay down for a while, watch it sink into the snow
Calm amidst the chaos, payoff, feeling right at home
If I could catch that fucking feeing in a jar
I'd leave it buried in my yard amidst the Marys and the Toms
With the arrogance of gods and they wear it like a cross
I don't care what shit you on
Flaunt your spirit 'til it's gone
But I don't mean no trouble in here
Mind my business like I mind my own company
Just trying to make it through the day
And we'll all be on our way, why motherfuckers gotta fuck with me
Who you take me for? I'ma be real with you
I don't really feel for you
Keep lookin at me with that face and I'ma show you who you trying to see
I slowed my roll, my act is clean
But fuck, I love the way that engine sing
So I'ma let it sing
Like do-do-doo doo do-do-dooo
And I often pump my brakes
But I'ma let that motherfucking
Let that engine sing
Like la-da-dah dah da-da-dah
And so it goes like
La-da-dah dah da-da-dah
So goes the hands of time
Handle your shit. I'll handle mine
I'll handle mine just fine like
Do-do-doo doo do-do-dooo
Ain't in your novel I'm just walking through
Not here for the prosecution
Who the fuck you talking to
Not the time. Not the mood
I enjoy my solitude
You motherfucking people all exhausting as fuck
And I don't mean no trouble in here
Mind my business like I mind my own company
Just trying to make it through the day
And we'll all be on our way, why motherfuckers gotta fuck with me
Who you take me for? I'ma be real with you
I don't really feel for you
Keep lookin at me with that face and I'ma show you who you trying to see
It's just a struggle I don't know the difference between spiritual and a
Pushover so
I'ma just mind my own
And I'll keep mine afloat
And if you fuck with mines
Then just protect that motherfucking throat
Gotta whole lot of anger in my soul
Not a scroll to control it, not a motherfucking cloak
That could hide it when it grows
And it climbs up out that hole that I confine it to
I'm finding you and lining you with holes
The first time I released it from control
Kicked a leak into a nose, blood seeps into his clothes
As I lay down for a while, watch it sink into the snow
Calm amidst the chaos, payoff, feeling right at home
If I could catch that fucking feeing in a jar
I'd leave it buried in my yard amidst the Marys and the Toms
With the arrogance of gods and they wear it like a cross
I don't care what shit you on
Flaunt your spirit 'til it's gone
But I don't mean no trouble in here
Mind my business like I mind my own company
Just trying to make it through the day
And we'll all be on our way, why motherfuckers gotta fuck with me
Who you take me for? I'ma be real with you
I don't really feel for you
Keep lookin at me with that face and I'ma show you who you trying to see
I slowed my roll, my act is clean
But fuck, I love the way that engine sing
So I'ma let it sing
Like do-do-doo doo do-do-dooo
And I often pump my brakes
But I'ma let that motherfucking
Let that engine sing
Like la-da-dah dah da-da-dah
Credits
Writer(s): Euneka Trufant
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