Big K.R.I.T., Raphael Saadiq - Soul Food lyrics
[Big K.R.I.T., Raphael Saadiq - Soul Food lyrics]
What happened to the soul food?
What happened to the soul food?
I’m talkin' good eatin', good seasonin'
Out here in this world, just tryna make it
Everything I see, sometimes I can't take it
But damn I really miss those times
That soul food's on my mind mind, mind, mind
Grandma's hands used to usher Sunday mornings
Now before Sunday school
I hustle and I'm on it
I can't slow down, nah, a dollar and a dream
In this life you live
You're either the dealer or the fiend
Leanin' horizontal
The acrobats on the corner, they flip
So when them white vans pull up, shawty
We dip out of view
Could've been a track star at the school
But it took the police just to
Get that 44 out of you
Dash, sprint, hurdle, over those steel gates
They keep us in and keep folk
Out but we don't feel safe
As we used to back when we was in a booster
Watchin' our uncles drink coolers
Talkin' pound-for-pound bruisers
Over rib bones now I sideways tote
How did Bobby Johnson hold it?
Pull the trigger 'til the clip gone
Potato tip, no potato salad
That American pie ain't even snappin'
Out here in this world, just tryna make it
Everything I see, sometimes I can't take it
But damn I really miss those times
That soul food's on my mind mind, mind, mind
Aromas on the corner, these the soul
They say
Some greens just can't be cleaned and
You can't wash out the taste of rotten roots
Salted looks and herbs
If it ain't made with love then
It ain't fit to serve, i heard
Some get bruised and battered
Thrown away half eaten as if
Their seeds never ever mattered
It ain't ripe, it ain't right
That's why most people don't
Make love no more
They just fuck and they fight
What happened to the stay-togethers?
Yeah, I’m with you and that means forever
Grandparents had that kind of bond
But now we on some other shit
Nah, we ain't got no rubbers here
I know she creepin' so that ain't my son
Apples fall off of trees and roll down hills
We can't play games no more
Cause we got bills
Back in the day, the yard was oh so filled
Now nobody comes around here
Out here in this world, just tryna make it
Everything I see, sometimes I can't take it
But damn I really miss those times
That soul food's on my mind mind, mind, mind
(Never thought it'd be
No soul food on my plate
We gather 'round and lie
Bow our heads and pray and I)
I still remember, the family parties
The happy faces, no broken hearts
Nobody starvin'
But all that there is old news
What happened to the soul food?
Out here in this world, just tryna make it
Everything I see, sometimes I can't take it
But damn I really miss those times
That soul food's on my mind mind, mind, mind
What happened to the soul food?
I’m talkin' good eatin', good seasonin'
Out here in this world, just tryna make it
Everything I see, sometimes I can't take it
But damn I really miss those times
That soul food's on my mind mind, mind, mind
Grandma's hands used to usher Sunday mornings
Now before Sunday school
I hustle and I'm on it
I can't slow down, nah, a dollar and a dream
In this life you live
You're either the dealer or the fiend
Leanin' horizontal
The acrobats on the corner, they flip
So when them white vans pull up, shawty
We dip out of view
Could've been a track star at the school
But it took the police just to
Get that 44 out of you
Dash, sprint, hurdle, over those steel gates
They keep us in and keep folk
Out but we don't feel safe
As we used to back when we was in a booster
Watchin' our uncles drink coolers
Talkin' pound-for-pound bruisers
Over rib bones now I sideways tote
How did Bobby Johnson hold it?
Pull the trigger 'til the clip gone
Potato tip, no potato salad
That American pie ain't even snappin'
Out here in this world, just tryna make it
Everything I see, sometimes I can't take it
But damn I really miss those times
That soul food's on my mind mind, mind, mind
Aromas on the corner, these the soul
They say
Some greens just can't be cleaned and
You can't wash out the taste of rotten roots
Salted looks and herbs
If it ain't made with love then
It ain't fit to serve, i heard
Some get bruised and battered
Thrown away half eaten as if
Their seeds never ever mattered
It ain't ripe, it ain't right
That's why most people don't
Make love no more
They just fuck and they fight
What happened to the stay-togethers?
Yeah, I’m with you and that means forever
Grandparents had that kind of bond
But now we on some other shit
Nah, we ain't got no rubbers here
I know she creepin' so that ain't my son
Apples fall off of trees and roll down hills
We can't play games no more
Cause we got bills
Back in the day, the yard was oh so filled
Now nobody comes around here
Out here in this world, just tryna make it
Everything I see, sometimes I can't take it
But damn I really miss those times
That soul food's on my mind mind, mind, mind
(Never thought it'd be
No soul food on my plate
We gather 'round and lie
Bow our heads and pray and I)
I still remember, the family parties
The happy faces, no broken hearts
Nobody starvin'
But all that there is old news
What happened to the soul food?
Out here in this world, just tryna make it
Everything I see, sometimes I can't take it
But damn I really miss those times
That soul food's on my mind mind, mind, mind