Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Soul Food, artist - Big K.R.I.T.. Album song Cadillactica, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.08.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: A Def Jam Recordings Release;
Song language: English
Soul Food |
What happened to the soul food? |
What happened to the soul food? |
I’m talkin' good eatin', good seasonin' |
Out here in this world, just tryna make it |
Everything I see, sometimes I can’t take it |
But damn I really miss those times |
That soul food’s on my mind |
Mind, mind, mind |
Grandma’s hands used to usher Sunday mornings |
Now before Sunday school, I hustle and I’m on it |
I can’t slow down, nah, a dollar and a dream |
In this life you live, you’re either the dealer or the fiend |
Leanin' horizontal |
The acrobats on the corner, they flip |
So when them white vans pull up, shawty, we dip |
Out of view, could’ve been a track star at the school |
But it took the police just to get that .44 out of you |
Dash, sprint, hurdle, over those steel gates |
They keep us in and keep folk out but we don’t feel safe |
As we used to back when we was in a booster |
Watchin' our uncles drink coolers, talkin' pound-for-pound bruisers |
Over rib bones |
Now I sideways tote |
How did Bobby Johnson hold it? |
Pull the trigger 'til the clip gone |
Potato tip, no potato salad |
That American pie ain’t even snappin' |
Out here in this world, just tryna make it |
Everything I see, sometimes I can’t take it |
But damn I really miss those times |
That soul food’s on my mind |
Mind, mind, mind |
Aromas on the corner, these the soul, they say |
Some greens just can’t be cleaned and you can’t wash out the taste |
Of rotten roots |
Salted looks and herbs |
If it ain’t made with love then it ain’t fit to serve, I heard |
Some get bruised and battered |
Thrown away half eaten as if their seeds never ever mattered |
It ain’t ripe, it ain’t right |
That’s why most people don’t make love no more |
They just fuck and they fight |
What happened to the stay-togethers? |
Yeah, I’m with you and that means forever |
Grandparents had that kind of bond |
But now we on some other shit |
Nah, we ain’t got no rubbers here |
I know she creepin' so that ain’t my son |
Apples fall off of trees and roll down hills |
We can’t play games no more cause we got bills |
Back in the day, the yard was oh so filled |
Now nobody comes around here |
Out here in this world, just tryna make it |
Everything I see, sometimes I can’t take it |
But damn I really miss those times |
That soul food’s on my mind |
Mind, mind, mind |
(Never thought it’d be, no soul food on my plate |
We gather 'round and lie, bow our heads and pray |
And I) |
I still remember, the family parties |
The happy faces, no broken hearts |
Nobody starvin', but all that there is old news |
What happened to the soul food? |
Out here in this world, just tryna make it |
Everything I see, sometimes I can’t take it |
But damn I really miss those times |
That soul food’s on my mind |
Mind, mind, mind |