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