Ab-Soul - W.W.S.D. lyrics
Ab-Soul [Herbert Anthony Stevens IV] Los Angeles, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Ab-Soul - W.W.S.D. lyrics]
More than a man, I had died and rose again
Yeah fast life, slow motion
These days
Well I've been out walking
I don't do that much talking These Days
I gotta stop smoking cigarettes
These Days these Days I seem to think a lot
About the things that I forgot to do for you
And all the times I had the chance to
Yo, how the fuck my new girl
Got me jealous of other girls
I think I live in another world
And I had a lover
But it's so hard to risk another these Days
These Days
These Days
Yo, he wrote this shit when he was 16 he said
I'm 27, this is like my whole life this -
Now if I seem to be afraid
To live the life that I have made in song
You know all I like to do is keep it real
Soulo - Ho
Well it's just that I have been losing
Can I win one time
So long
Yeah, it's that pain you was talking about
Can I win one time?
So many pills I should have slipped already
My lungs the same color as my lips already
Expensive clothes and sufficient funds
Me and my bros switching hoes just for fun
The money and bitches is all we care about
Very far from home if you
Worried about my whereabouts
Chasing the light at the end
Of the fucking tunnel
Pray for Sydney, send Tia a text
Tell her I love you
The devil is a lie, never let him persevere
God took my angel, and left me here
And sent me here
Well I will keep on moving, moving on
Things are bound to be improving These Days
It's long term, this shit real
I love These Days
It will all make sense one day my nigga
I even been on songs with Common it's crazy
These Days I'll sit on corner stones
Can't stop me my nigga, yeah
And count the time in quarter tones to ten
My friend
Don't confront me with my failures
Can't achieve success without failure baby
I have not forgotten them
Digging for gold in these Codeine bottles
Trying to picture potential in
These Instagram models
Like, information racing around the internet
Before the iPad was invented
I had a pad of writtens
Smoking a cig on the side of the
House trying to figure it out
The Axe didn't cut it
Moms told me cut it out
Clem told me always take pride in my work
I clutch the mic with blessed
Hands at all my concerts
Why his name Soulo? How is he so smart?
We can see his four footprints in
The sand when he walk
I like to refer to myself in
Third person from the third person
Thats a out-of-body experience of self
So I can see me for me and no one else
Don't need to see a Emmy, award or no jail
I'm at them like a cell
I just want to be free
All this chatter from the chattel nigga
I don't speak sheep
This TDE and nothing beyond that
Told Du Dog I don't even
Need to read the contract
As if some legal documents can stop me
Legalize, legal lies, legal eyes so I see
I did it while you were sitting wishing
Ask my nigga DZA
All my verses hearses leaving churches
Not the cheap chicken
And I love the Beast Coast
But what about the best one
What's your life without a soul? A dead one
Yeah Mac, you ain't got bars like that Mac
Yeah fast life, slow motion
These days
Well I've been out walking
I don't do that much talking These Days
I gotta stop smoking cigarettes
These Days these Days I seem to think a lot
About the things that I forgot to do for you
And all the times I had the chance to
Yo, how the fuck my new girl
Got me jealous of other girls
I think I live in another world
And I had a lover
But it's so hard to risk another these Days
These Days
These Days
Yo, he wrote this shit when he was 16 he said
I'm 27, this is like my whole life this -
Now if I seem to be afraid
To live the life that I have made in song
You know all I like to do is keep it real
Soulo - Ho
Well it's just that I have been losing
Can I win one time
So long
Yeah, it's that pain you was talking about
Can I win one time?
So many pills I should have slipped already
My lungs the same color as my lips already
Expensive clothes and sufficient funds
Me and my bros switching hoes just for fun
The money and bitches is all we care about
Very far from home if you
Worried about my whereabouts
Chasing the light at the end
Of the fucking tunnel
Pray for Sydney, send Tia a text
Tell her I love you
The devil is a lie, never let him persevere
God took my angel, and left me here
And sent me here
Well I will keep on moving, moving on
Things are bound to be improving These Days
It's long term, this shit real
I love These Days
It will all make sense one day my nigga
I even been on songs with Common it's crazy
These Days I'll sit on corner stones
Can't stop me my nigga, yeah
And count the time in quarter tones to ten
My friend
Don't confront me with my failures
Can't achieve success without failure baby
I have not forgotten them
Digging for gold in these Codeine bottles
Trying to picture potential in
These Instagram models
Like, information racing around the internet
Before the iPad was invented
I had a pad of writtens
Smoking a cig on the side of the
House trying to figure it out
The Axe didn't cut it
Moms told me cut it out
Clem told me always take pride in my work
I clutch the mic with blessed
Hands at all my concerts
Why his name Soulo? How is he so smart?
We can see his four footprints in
The sand when he walk
I like to refer to myself in
Third person from the third person
Thats a out-of-body experience of self
So I can see me for me and no one else
Don't need to see a Emmy, award or no jail
I'm at them like a cell
I just want to be free
All this chatter from the chattel nigga
I don't speak sheep
This TDE and nothing beyond that
Told Du Dog I don't even
Need to read the contract
As if some legal documents can stop me
Legalize, legal lies, legal eyes so I see
I did it while you were sitting wishing
Ask my nigga DZA
All my verses hearses leaving churches
Not the cheap chicken
And I love the Beast Coast
But what about the best one
What's your life without a soul? A dead one
Yeah Mac, you ain't got bars like that Mac