SOULAR PLEXUS

Aaaah, Cmon
I know you wonder what it's like on the other side
Wooooow I, wooooow I
I can tell you right now that it's not what you had in mind
When it gets so
Turbulent wow
Stimulants flow
Sedatives slow
Can't forget though, huh
When it hits oh
And you get woke
It never ends no
But it never gets old

Got damn, better buckle up
In the circle wit my niggas finna huddle up
Somebody said schedule one boy I'm cutting up
Man I must be getting loose I feel it in my gut uh
Crossed the line, seen my nigga told that boy wassup
Looking back on the days when niggas in the cut
Now they grown tryna figure out what's what
Going every which way getting fucked up uh
Moving on cuz you know we never gave a fuck
Got the bleezy on me know I gotta keep it tucked
Got the bleezy and a gleeky guess I'm double stuffed, for them rare times niggas wanna act up
Shit get really trippy go ahead and try ya luck
But if them niggas cross the line know they fucked up
Dig deep you might figure out what's up
And you can make ya own decisions I am not the judge

You can never guess what I been through
Wanna know what I'm like, what I'm into
Hippy flip trip got me in my mental ooh ooh ooh
I been up working its been all night
Feel em creeping on me spotlight moonlight
Breathing getting heavy feel my chest getting tight ight ight ight
No withdrawals still all money in
The marathon continues but I ain't running
All this sex appeal have her ass coming again and again and again
Maybe it's all in my gold (yea)
Maybe it's all in my glow (yea?)
Nah it's the plexus of soul
It's the T-R-I-P yea you know we them goats