Soul Muzik
As I sit down and write this
I keep searching for perfect words to match the feelings i been cursed with
Down in my soul, I done rehearsed it but when it hits my brain it's like I'm thinking in cursive
Girl, can you be my love merchant
Pocket full of cash I would love to make a purchase
Who would think I would be the one, who was burdened
With never ending wounds so the pain is recursive
And stop wondering about, these verses they just be the things that be running through my mind
Like how we getting rich, how we taking care of moms
How you capture me sweeter than some duncan hines
How you do that shit, how you so damn fine
How you mesmerize me every damn time
How I take my pain and convert it into rhymes
How I take my shame and then turn it into lines
Look into my brain and you will prolly find
A soul who is lost and is at the hands of time
Yeah, yeah a soul who is lost and is at the, nah, aye
Look into my brain and you will prolly find
A soul who put his fate in the mighty hands of god
As I sit down and write this, I'm contemplating how much I could learn from a deep conversation
I wanna peruse the inner workings of your mind to see what's makes the aura of your presence so sublime
But thinking bout' that type of shit don't even really help
Cuz' I'm aware I'm better off just worrying bout' myself
Where will I end up man only father time could tell
I had to get this out before I trap myself in hell
Look into my brain and you will prolly find
A soul who is lost and is at the hands of time
I prolly need to pray more or take some to cry
To throw a life vest to my fragile human mind
Look into my brain and you will prolly find
A soul who put his fate in the mighty hands of god
Don't even know how I got this low
These ain't some things that I felt before
Wishing that I could make time move slow
They say that time will heal all wounds
Hoping that day is coming soon
Searching for ways to get to you
Girl, can you be my love merchant
Pocket full of cash I would love to make a purchase
Who would think I would be the one, who was burdened
With never ending wounds so the pain is recursive
And stop wondering about, these verses they just be the things that be running through my mind
Like how we getting rich, how we taking care of moms
How you capture me sweeter than some duncan hines
I keep searching for perfect words to match the feelings i been cursed with
Down in my soul, I done rehearsed it but when it hits my brain it's like I'm thinking in cursive
Girl, can you be my love merchant
Pocket full of cash I would love to make a purchase
Who would think I would be the one, who was burdened
With never ending wounds so the pain is recursive
And stop wondering about, these verses they just be the things that be running through my mind
Like how we getting rich, how we taking care of moms
How you capture me sweeter than some duncan hines
How you do that shit, how you so damn fine
How you mesmerize me every damn time
How I take my pain and convert it into rhymes
How I take my shame and then turn it into lines
Look into my brain and you will prolly find
A soul who is lost and is at the hands of time
Yeah, yeah a soul who is lost and is at the, nah, aye
Look into my brain and you will prolly find
A soul who put his fate in the mighty hands of god
As I sit down and write this, I'm contemplating how much I could learn from a deep conversation
I wanna peruse the inner workings of your mind to see what's makes the aura of your presence so sublime
But thinking bout' that type of shit don't even really help
Cuz' I'm aware I'm better off just worrying bout' myself
Where will I end up man only father time could tell
I had to get this out before I trap myself in hell
Look into my brain and you will prolly find
A soul who is lost and is at the hands of time
I prolly need to pray more or take some to cry
To throw a life vest to my fragile human mind
Look into my brain and you will prolly find
A soul who put his fate in the mighty hands of god
Don't even know how I got this low
These ain't some things that I felt before
Wishing that I could make time move slow
They say that time will heal all wounds
Hoping that day is coming soon
Searching for ways to get to you
Girl, can you be my love merchant
Pocket full of cash I would love to make a purchase
Who would think I would be the one, who was burdened
With never ending wounds so the pain is recursive
And stop wondering about, these verses they just be the things that be running through my mind
Like how we getting rich, how we taking care of moms
How you capture me sweeter than some duncan hines
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Writer(s): Vaughn Johnson
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