Chicken Noodle Soup

She tried to warm up my heart

Like a can of chicken noodle soup

And baby this ain't nothin new

I tried to tell 'em that I’m good

But it’s always, always somethin to prove

But baby this ain't nothin new

I feel like Weston Roads flows

East Phillips Park that help me grow

Nationwide can’t be on my side if my income slow

Attention to the words and the accuracy poetic flows

Never been the type to reject the love, but I’m letting go

Nervous episodes got me talkin' over microphones

I spent time on a dirt road

They say time got a dark place

I made love with the windows down on the interstate

You had mood switches in the nighttime

And I still made you dinner plates

What could a **** ask for?

What good is it to be an asshole?

I told you I would love you but I'll never walk with stab toes

I got a steel heart and I still put you in steel toes

You miss the good part but it’s still somethin about you that I don’t know

She tried to warm up my heart

Like a can of chicken noodle soup

And baby this ain't nothin new

I tried to tell 'em that I’m good

But it’s always, always somethin to prove

But baby this ain't nothin new

She tried to warm up my heart

Like a can of chicken noodle soup

And baby this ain't nothin new

I tried to tell 'em that I’m good

But it’s always, always somethin to prove

But baby this ain't nothin new

Grown ass kid, lil boy problems

Dollar in my south poles

Just to get some candy corn

Never had no role models

Always been my back bone

Ain't nothin to celebrate

I really think the love gone

Read between the lines and then I barely try communicate

Momma said it’s evil inside the good

So I watch my tongue

I just say it once cause I’m just not here trynna educate

Heard he talkin' out his mind and then he tried to fight the gun

It’s just something bout this speaker phone that she can’t replicate

Like I found love inside a microphone and I won’t hesitate

I can’t tell the truth cuz it’s not something that she ready for

But if I tell a lie then she gon ask me is there anymore

Ahh shit ah ah ah ah ah

She call me in the morning, I’m half asleep (fuck man)

Could've made me breakfast but you nagging me

I had women in my phone, my apologies (sorry)

You pulled up at my whip like a parking ticket

5 percent tint, I had ganja in it

I was lowkey speaking easy like the prohibition

I was thinkin bout my speech, I started contradicting

Try to tell you that I’m him, I stopped blending in

I even stood up at the podium like the reverend

Introduced you to my heart, I let my feelings in

Started reaching for the sky, I caved the ceiling in

And once I slurred my speech you let yo feelings in

Feelings in, feelings in (fuck ok what)