Of The Soul

Uh, looks like I wrote this song on paper

First time I did that in like three years

My handwriting is-is horrible and I can barely read this

Hey, hey, don’t even know what’s in my head anymore though

Uh, figured out I ain’t gonna go to college, Lee Corso

Fuckin’ girls but I never kept the door closed

Want you all to hear the way I put it in her torso

I ain’t normal, I’m clinically insane

I guess it’s the result of drugs that enter in my brain

All of a sudden, every legend keep on mentionin’ my name

All that does is show me that my life will never be the same

Police tryna to figure out how to get me locked up

I tell those cops, “Suck dog nuts”

Arriving to the party in a chariot

Lookin’ for a scary bitch that I can pop her cherry pit

I’m very sick, yes, very ill

Eternal Sunshine, Jim Carey feel

At the amusement park scared of heights, Ferris wheel

Double dare me to kill?

Got some soul like de la do, they say I’m new

It’s nothing but some déjà vu

Everywhere you go these people hate on you

It's déjà vu, déjà vu

A little soul like de la do, they say I’m new

Nothing but some déjà vu

Everywhere I go these people hate on you

Déjà vu, déjà vu

Wind chimes, sick rhymes, been high on this incline

Tryna get my money stackin’ tall, six nine

Have some caviar, sip wine

Sacrifice insanity, sacrifice normal

Purpose is for people in the plural

Form never formal, an art form, not a mural

Work four bars that are tighter than your corn rows

See a girl that’s lookin’ horny in the fourth row

Ha, I just put it in her mouth, ortho

Dontist, manipulating phonics, put 'em into sonnets

Let me put you on this nastier than Nas is

Bubonic plague, bacteria that’s tryna to find a way

Spread, like yolk from a broken egg

Talkin’ shit? You just diggin’ your grave

Got some soul like de la do, they say I’m new

It’s nothing but some déjà vu

Everywhere you go these people hate on you

It's déjà vu, déjà vu

A little soul like de la do, they say I’m new

Nothing but some déjà vu

Everywhere I go these people hate on you

Déjà vu, déjà vu

Hypothetically I’m dope, I kick incredibly

Potentially could be the remedy for happiness without the ecstasy

No methamphetamine’s, hot, a hundred and ten degrees

Visually stunnin’, gotta see it on the LED

When I was seventeen I thought I had it figured out

Now I see what it’s about, went in down a different route

It’s crucial, three new schools, life with a spoonful

Of sugar, yeah, yeah I need my medicine

Fuckin’ Mary Poppins, gotta treat her like the president

Represent all these fuckin’ people that I never met

Some expect me to be the greatest ever

Hear me on the radio, shit’ll change forever

Now I’m just a pop sensation, fuck your expectations

I’ma be the best, have some patience

Thought that it was great, then proof!

It was nothing but some déjà vu