His Soul

I tend to fuck up all the good things that come into my life
He off them beans to fix his mind, he said they healing him right
He pour his drink on top the ice, don't even measure the line
All these decisions can't decide between his heart and his mind
Oh, oh, oh
Cold heart with a fucked up mind
Who gon' take care of his soul
Take care of his soul

Cold heart need a shoulder
And this pain sitting heavy on my chest like a boulder
Say this shit over and over
I could've changed on niggas snake them out but instead I rather be a vulture
I know niggas want me dead, keep my enemies a little closer
I gotta get out my head, I've been fucking up my motion
I really think this music been helping with my emotions
It's so hard to give up your love when you're everything I wanted
Yeah, I thought I told you I do this out of love
Don't think you ever getting over
Yeah, I thought I told you I knew just what it was
It's harder for me to show you
Yeah, ain't no love in the trenches when everybody grow up to be a soldier
Yeah, and I see your intentions bad
But I act like that I ain't notice

I tend to fuck up all the good things that come into my life
He off them beans to fix his mind, he said they healing him right
He pour his drink on top the ice, don't even measure the line
All these decisions can't decide between his heart and his mind
Oh, oh, oh
Cold heart with a fucked up mind
Who gon' take care of his soul
Take care of his soul

She said she wanna love me
But I only want these hoes and nothing serious
Since the home invasion, ask bitches what their intentions in
Man and bro, they get them loads, I break them down soon as we get them in
Spent some racks on my Amiri, but my bread can't even fitting in them
On God, fucking with these hoes had left me scarred
I ain't listen, mama told me never let down my guard
All this tension with these bitches, steady ripping on my heart
Keep your distance, I ain't with it, niggas fake and they be flawed

I tend to fuck up all the good things that come into my life
He off them beans to fix his mind, he said they healing him right
He pour his drink on top the ice, don't even measure the line
All these decisions can't decide between his heart and his mind
Oh, oh, oh
Cold heart with a fucked up mind
Who gon' take care of his soul
Take care of his soul

I tend to fuck up all the good things that come into my life
He off them beans to fix his mind, he said they healing him right
He pour his drink on top the ice, don't even measure the line
All these decisions can't decide between his heart and his mind
Oh, oh, ohh
Cold heart with a fucked up mind, who gon' take care of his soul
Take care of his soul



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Writer(s): Dion Penman
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