Soul
Once lived in perfect harmony
Overtime reside in dissonance
No matter how the clock tick tock
Just couldn't align
Gospel from the J.O.I.
Word to the wise
Basking in my love tree, baby
Still choose to act hella shady
Met a little girl
Blossom into a lovely lady
Wounded soul
Ain't no use stressing
Something out of your control
I said I said I gotta let you know
Wounded Soul
If it's real love
They'd make it to your soul
Soul
Admit it you knew
How I effected you
Knew the potential
That I hadn't tapped into
Interrogate me like I did a crime
Lock me away
Solicit bullshit lies with
He say
They say
She a little crazy
Don't you know that I'm from the 215 baby
Making fans arrest
Not what you're suppose to do
Don't got time for this
I'm done with you
Had a talk with my soul
She let me know
If you really want to grow
You gotta leave him and ego alone
Wounded soul
Ain't no use stressing
Something out of your control
I said I said I gotta let you know
Wounded Soul
If it's real love
They'd make it to your soul
Soul
Being your one and only
Searching in your crowd of lonely
PHA style of homies
Projected all mood swings
Inglorious past tense
Concussion
Annie made peace with her Warbucks
School of hard knocks
Colt 45s, 302, IOUs, I love yous
Mandelaware effect
All up in the pot
All the chips no Picasa no picante
I wanted you to be my Beyonce
I'm Jay-Z
But I'd rather have hard squeezed lemonade
If I'm a diva make sure the D is capitalize
Don't minimize my franchise
Cause you lost your piece of the pie
Only a snake
Cause I can slither past ya bullshit
Only get rattled up
When you started actin ruthless
Askin me who's this who's that
The best you never had
Smiling gettin my bag
While you worry bout the price tag
Clink my glass
Win war with hella class
Aure energy irreplaceable
Know that's straight facts
It's my game you in
I came win
On the road to self love
Startin fallin for my brown skin
With no thanks to you
Sayin I got you
This is the story of Eve
Once she found her true roots
Wounded soul
Ain't no use stressing
Something out of your control
I said I said I gotta let you know
Wounded Soul
If it's real love
They'd make it to your soul
Soul
Wounded soul
Ain't no use stressing
Something out of your control
I said I said I gotta let you know
Wounded Soul
If it's real love
They'd make it to your soul
Soul
Overtime reside in dissonance
No matter how the clock tick tock
Just couldn't align
Gospel from the J.O.I.
Word to the wise
Basking in my love tree, baby
Still choose to act hella shady
Met a little girl
Blossom into a lovely lady
Wounded soul
Ain't no use stressing
Something out of your control
I said I said I gotta let you know
Wounded Soul
If it's real love
They'd make it to your soul
Soul
Admit it you knew
How I effected you
Knew the potential
That I hadn't tapped into
Interrogate me like I did a crime
Lock me away
Solicit bullshit lies with
He say
They say
She a little crazy
Don't you know that I'm from the 215 baby
Making fans arrest
Not what you're suppose to do
Don't got time for this
I'm done with you
Had a talk with my soul
She let me know
If you really want to grow
You gotta leave him and ego alone
Wounded soul
Ain't no use stressing
Something out of your control
I said I said I gotta let you know
Wounded Soul
If it's real love
They'd make it to your soul
Soul
Being your one and only
Searching in your crowd of lonely
PHA style of homies
Projected all mood swings
Inglorious past tense
Concussion
Annie made peace with her Warbucks
School of hard knocks
Colt 45s, 302, IOUs, I love yous
Mandelaware effect
All up in the pot
All the chips no Picasa no picante
I wanted you to be my Beyonce
I'm Jay-Z
But I'd rather have hard squeezed lemonade
If I'm a diva make sure the D is capitalize
Don't minimize my franchise
Cause you lost your piece of the pie
Only a snake
Cause I can slither past ya bullshit
Only get rattled up
When you started actin ruthless
Askin me who's this who's that
The best you never had
Smiling gettin my bag
While you worry bout the price tag
Clink my glass
Win war with hella class
Aure energy irreplaceable
Know that's straight facts
It's my game you in
I came win
On the road to self love
Startin fallin for my brown skin
With no thanks to you
Sayin I got you
This is the story of Eve
Once she found her true roots
Wounded soul
Ain't no use stressing
Something out of your control
I said I said I gotta let you know
Wounded Soul
If it's real love
They'd make it to your soul
Soul
Wounded soul
Ain't no use stressing
Something out of your control
I said I said I gotta let you know
Wounded Soul
If it's real love
They'd make it to your soul
Soul
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Writer(s): Colin Wolfe, James Brown, Sonja Marie, Dallas Austin, Joi Gilliam
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