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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Styles P
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Styles
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Vinny Idol
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
(Vinny Idol, ****)
Zoned the fuck out, eh
We the hit **** all the way
Zone the fuck out
[Verse 2]
I get higher, go and leave earth
Before I do the verse, I, breathe in the weed first
Man with too many ones, never put his needs first
Just a little boy if you ain't puttin' your seeds first
Dance with the devil in the den
I'm the soul of the earth, I can transform the wind
**** say the righteous but they trans for the gin
When you let 'em in the cypher then the cancer begins
My man said he God body, I told 'em I'm God soul
On my mind, do a chariot come with a console
Think of the paradise 'cause **** is parasites
Vampire suck your blood right under the candle light
Back on my ghost shit, my **** was Phantom Knight
Got wiser off the bud but it wasn't from Anaheim
Get this blood money dirty, my hands is sanitized
Keep my eyes on the prize not things that tantalize
[Verse 3]
Eyes are the window to the soul
Your soul is your house, you should keep it in control
I ain't die young and I ain't gettin' old
I'm just livin' in the present, yeah, that's my only goal
Eyes are the window to the soul
Your soul is your house, you should keep it in control
I ain't die young and I ain't gettin' old
I'm just livin' in the present, yeah, that's my only goal
[Verse 4]
People'll text you prayer hands but won't say a prayer
Life is a bitch, unexpected to be fair
Play the hand you was dealt, if it's whack, keep the bet low
Wait fo the next go
Coned Israeli arms dealers like death stroke
Strike like cold war, your life could be over if you let 'em shoot first
See my enemy, tell you what I let 'em do first
The answer is get murdered 'cause I'm tryna get further
'Cause **** will sell drugs but they won't flip a burgers
Shit I was there too, ****, I don't care too
Still crack the ground but now I move the air too
Ride of my life but I ain't got spare room
New spare tire, the truth is a rare liar
My rhyme is a gun shot, **** got head fire
And I don't fuck around with **** that wear wires
It's the kings of the slums, yeah it's David, you hear Sia
[Verse 5]
Eyes are the window to the soul
Your soul is your house, you should keep it in control
I ain't die young and I ain't gettin' old
I'm just livin' in the present, yeah, that's my only goal
Eyes are the window to the soul
Your soul is your house, you should keep it in control
I ain't die young and I ain't gettin' old
I'm just livin' in the present, yeah, that's my only goal
[Verse 6]
Hopin' God see the Lord in me
On the grind, only time move more than me
Only water could flow better
These **** should know better but they don't act accordingly
Use to push the Honda Accord before tours, score raw
Moved work in the 'jects, the fourth floor
Now we advance through the light, we sold more
Gettin' money every day without breakin' the courts law
Ghost
[Verse 7]
Eyes are the window to the soul
Your soul is your house, you should keep it in control
I ain't die young and I ain't gettin' old
I'm just livin' in the present, yeah, that's my only goal
Eyes are the window to the soul
Your soul is your house, you should keep it in control
I ain't die young and I ain't gettin' old
I'm just livin' in the present, yeah, that's my only goal
Written by: David Styles