Soul Khan - Soulstice 2 lyrics
[Soul Khan - Soulstice 2 lyrics]
This ain't a letter like the first part
Far as my body of work
I'd probably prefer you'd just call
It a birth mark got crooked teeth
But my shirt's starched and looking clean
So fuck a book or street, I'm earth-smart
I had to slow it up for
Those that couldn't work hard
Enough to catch it without crashing
Out like they were Earnhardt
Yeah I gave my debut away without a surcharge
Had to drop a classic before the
Day that my hearse parked
So for now I'm still sweating
Off these economic aspects
Like I'm eating rappers
But not eating off of rap yet
I still kick it even if I'm
Kneeling on my last leg
But love ain't enough for you to
Keep an honest man fed
I feel like I been living in
Between the lines of scrimmage
Cause peace of mind ain't something that
They teach in my religion
Well, I guess I got a Sabbath to recover
But lately I been looking up
And asking for another
See, I just got back from british Isles
Gave me a new perspective on things, so
This how I feel
Bless the breeze, I felt hotter than Santa Fe
Bombarded by gamma rays in
Bottles of Tanqueray
Fine, y'all sit on the couch
Get lost in a Madden game
While opportunity knocks like saints
Of a latter day i got my father's green eyes
To see the outside world
So, it's funny that they tugged me
Toward a brown eyed girl
I'm growing out my curls and
Letting my beard go
A rock star but far from a guitar hero
If my fingers were faster
Maybe I'd have been a Billy Joel
C'mon son, now really, who you kidding Soul?
Cause, I assess my regrets and
How I missed my goals
If I had a simple flow
I'd probably be on Interscope
I promised y'all the moment you
Downloaded my record and
I swear to never break that
Vow for an executive
Ease up, this ain't no showdown or reckoning
Just thought this would be a
Nice time for checking in
Far as my body of work
I'd probably prefer you'd just call
It a birth mark got crooked teeth
But my shirt's starched and looking clean
So fuck a book or street, I'm earth-smart
I had to slow it up for
Those that couldn't work hard
Enough to catch it without crashing
Out like they were Earnhardt
Yeah I gave my debut away without a surcharge
Had to drop a classic before the
Day that my hearse parked
So for now I'm still sweating
Off these economic aspects
Like I'm eating rappers
But not eating off of rap yet
I still kick it even if I'm
Kneeling on my last leg
But love ain't enough for you to
Keep an honest man fed
I feel like I been living in
Between the lines of scrimmage
Cause peace of mind ain't something that
They teach in my religion
Well, I guess I got a Sabbath to recover
But lately I been looking up
And asking for another
See, I just got back from british Isles
Gave me a new perspective on things, so
This how I feel
Bless the breeze, I felt hotter than Santa Fe
Bombarded by gamma rays in
Bottles of Tanqueray
Fine, y'all sit on the couch
Get lost in a Madden game
While opportunity knocks like saints
Of a latter day i got my father's green eyes
To see the outside world
So, it's funny that they tugged me
Toward a brown eyed girl
I'm growing out my curls and
Letting my beard go
A rock star but far from a guitar hero
If my fingers were faster
Maybe I'd have been a Billy Joel
C'mon son, now really, who you kidding Soul?
Cause, I assess my regrets and
How I missed my goals
If I had a simple flow
I'd probably be on Interscope
I promised y'all the moment you
Downloaded my record and
I swear to never break that
Vow for an executive
Ease up, this ain't no showdown or reckoning
Just thought this would be a
Nice time for checking in