Skyzoo, Blakk Soul - Soft Eyes lyrics

Yeah last call for alcohol, right?
Last call for alcohol, baby
I mean, it might be a speakeasy
Around the corner or somethin', but
We'll figure it out later, hah

Last call for alcohol
Never like when they hit
The lights, but shit, you had a ball
More than you assumed would ensue
But what you knew
Was if you was late to the room
It still came to you after all
Everything I did was with you in mind
And there was always a mirror attached
When I threw a line
As long you're doing fine
Then my shit is duly lined
Dependin' on how you spell it
I took care of you and I
Or this was all expеcted
Properly tied, I was dеfined
When they was geeking, son
I was beefing with property lines
I gave you more, came here to paint the store
Added happy trees where bodies
Decorate the floor
Rest in peace to Kelly and
The homis that came before
And shout to all the broads who bought
A body to make it yours
I was writing records that
Embodied what they endured
As well as who be loading up
A shotty to paint a wall
Along with who was ignoring the part
Where they aim at y'all
Like, "Somebody got through to them
So what else could you do to them?"
I'm comfortable including them
When everyone was losing them
I was out pursuing them
Feeling like I'm crew with them
So none of this is new to them
They been in the loop with me
From every which a way
But shit it came together beautifully
It fit you all suitably
And it was worth the kitchen time
Petals on the windowsill, you overdue
To give me mine, for real

I gave my all (I gave you my all)
But was my all ever enough?
The pain outweighed the pleasure
But is my purpose above my plight?
Gave you life, dropped gems and pearls
Took this all around the world
Truly yours for as long as you need
With all that you need, until I
Came to realize you closed your
Eyes and still wanted me
Your eyes wasn't soft enough to see
What you needed to see

So last year I was
Writing my retirement speech
Looking back at all the grounds
That I'd aspired to reach
I called Phonte and we kicked it
For an hour or three
Brotherly love, he put a little fire under me
He said, "Yo, you one of
The few, shit is obvious, b
So how you talkin' 'bout retiring?
You outta your bean"
I said, "Bro, you got a point
Thatʼs why I called" he said
"Don't let these motherfuckers say when
Your time is gone
Look who you inspired, dog
" I started to take a peek
And counted all these greats that they
Be praising that came from me, humble brag
I was too busy tryna save
A culture to double back
More hands than I'd ever known
But still I juggled that
Shoulders like Kiyan dad, the seven with me
So whoever bet against me
Tell 'em I spray back single handed
Other hand was playing '68 Olympics
Stretched out from Tommie to John
Gave it distance justice to poetically speak
On whatever mattered
And gunning for the rest to
Believe it because it happened
You're free to be on your Kappa
That's whether Kaepernick
Or Kappas passing the stick or
Capping back with the blick
The perils of understanding them all
My hand involved
Bill Withers' grandma hands how
I hand it off, yeah
In search of Nirvana
I'm honored to tread it carefully
Room full of reasons why, singing
"Make it clear for me, " for real

I gave my all (I gave you my all)
But was my all ever enough?
The pain outweighed the pleasure
But is my purpose above my plight?
Gave you life, dropped gems and pearls
Took this all around the world
Truly yours for as long as you need
With all that you need, until I
Came to realize you closed your
Eyes and still wanted me
Your eyes wasn't soft enough to see
What you needed to see

Last call for alcohol, haha, yeah
If this is it, like if
This is the last joint
This is the last hoorah
This the last call for alcohol, baby
Gotta say, whether you knew it or not
You was pretty much at the finest
The finest bar establishment
The finest spirit's
And libations y'all could've had, baby
You might realize it now
You might've realized it back then
Might realize it later love