Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Of The Soul , by - Mac Miller. Song from the album Blue Slide Park, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 14.11.2011
Record label: Rostrum
Song language: English
Of The Soul |
| It looks like I wrote this song on paper |
| first time I did that in like 3 years |
| my hand writing is horrible |
| and I can barely read this |
| hmm |
| don’t even know what’s in my head anymore though |
| figured out i ain’t gonna go to college, so fucking 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 entering my brain |
| all the sudden every legend keep on mentioning my name |
| all that does is show me that my life would never be the same |
| police try and figure out how to get me locked up i tell those cops suck dog nuts |
| i’m robbing to the party in a chariot |
| looking for a scary bitch that i can pop her cherry bitch |
| i’m very sick, yes very ill |
| eternal sunshine, jim carrey 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, |
| déjà vu, déjà vu A little soul like de la do |
| they say i’m new, it’s 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 |
| trying to get my money stack and toss 6 9 |
| have some caviar, sip wine, sacrifice insanity |
| sacrificing normal, purpose is for people in the plural |
| form never formal, uh An art form not a mural |
| work four bars that are tighter than your corn rows |
| see a girl that’s looking horny in the 4th row |
| i just put it in her mouth, ortho |
| donist, manipulating phonics |
| put them in the sonnets |
| Let me put you on this nastier than Nas is bubonic plague |
| bacteria that’s trying to find a way |
| spread like yoke over an egg |
| Talking shit, you just digging 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, |
| 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, of dope i kick incredibly, |
| potentially could be the remedy, |
| for happiness, without the ecstasy |
| no methamphetamines, hotter hundred 10 degrees |
| Visually stunning gotta see it on a LED |
| When i was 17 i thought i had it figured out |
| now i see what this about |
| When in doubt a different route |
| it’s crucial, 3 new schools |
| Life with a spoonful of sugar |
| Yeah I need my medicine |
| Fucking Mary Poppins gotta treat her like the president |
| represent, all this fucking people that i never met |
| some expect, me to be the greatest ever |
| hear me on the radio shit will 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 poof |
| it was nothing but some déjà vu. |
| yeah |