Soul
Creeping around, keeping her nose in the air, zero toes on the ground
Like her shit couldn't stick, she's so proud, drinking my kids down her mouth
Turning round causing a stink with her mouth
Thinking it out and then speaking my info aloud
Tryna give man the grounds to attempt intercepting my pounds
Still it's just senseless, a nigga ain't close to rich enough for jealousy
No-one could cause man a problem, irrelevant
You fucked it up girl and that's on my melanin
Now your life doesn't matter, how tragic
How stupid I was to believe we could capture the magic
Just dumb as a hopeless romantic, nah I could never be sad
Cos it's only my soul now, I've got pain let me smoke loud
Too late to be saved, laid out in the grave, deep down in the cold ground
She only had the know-how 'cause I kept her so close round
She never got played, still chose to betray, I'm better alone now
Like that, should have broke your jaw, yeah bitch, like that
You fucking fool, them snakes showed up mad broke
You know I sent 'em back like that
The damage from a traumatic past forms cracks
In the very foundation of the self, all facts
The soul grows cold and the heart fights back
And the struggle's too real and you can't quite map out
Your ideal future, you don't know how to move
Your vision dims down and you revert to what you're used to
Desperate born and desperate raised, you gotta give it all for the chance to elevate
Fell too fast, I knew it was a mistake but I did it anyway, yeah I gotta take the blame
You can really thank The Lord you're still pretty in the face
Take your shoes and earrings but leave your dinner plate
Cos it's only my soul now, I've got pain let me smoke loud
Too late to be saved, laid out in the grave, deep down in the cold ground
She only had the know-how 'cause I kept her so close round
She never got played, still chose to betray, I'm better alone now
Like her shit couldn't stick, she's so proud, drinking my kids down her mouth
Turning round causing a stink with her mouth
Thinking it out and then speaking my info aloud
Tryna give man the grounds to attempt intercepting my pounds
Still it's just senseless, a nigga ain't close to rich enough for jealousy
No-one could cause man a problem, irrelevant
You fucked it up girl and that's on my melanin
Now your life doesn't matter, how tragic
How stupid I was to believe we could capture the magic
Just dumb as a hopeless romantic, nah I could never be sad
Cos it's only my soul now, I've got pain let me smoke loud
Too late to be saved, laid out in the grave, deep down in the cold ground
She only had the know-how 'cause I kept her so close round
She never got played, still chose to betray, I'm better alone now
Like that, should have broke your jaw, yeah bitch, like that
You fucking fool, them snakes showed up mad broke
You know I sent 'em back like that
The damage from a traumatic past forms cracks
In the very foundation of the self, all facts
The soul grows cold and the heart fights back
And the struggle's too real and you can't quite map out
Your ideal future, you don't know how to move
Your vision dims down and you revert to what you're used to
Desperate born and desperate raised, you gotta give it all for the chance to elevate
Fell too fast, I knew it was a mistake but I did it anyway, yeah I gotta take the blame
You can really thank The Lord you're still pretty in the face
Take your shoes and earrings but leave your dinner plate
Cos it's only my soul now, I've got pain let me smoke loud
Too late to be saved, laid out in the grave, deep down in the cold ground
She only had the know-how 'cause I kept her so close round
She never got played, still chose to betray, I'm better alone now
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Writer(s): Simmon Cleaves
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