Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Soul Itchin, artist - Sauce Walka. Date of issue: 22.12.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Soul Itchin |
| I been pourin' out my feelings lately, nobody can hear it |
| Just me and myself arguing with my millions |
| Half inside me wanna save it all, my other half steerin' |
| Havin' nice things wasn’t raised at all, we only had tears |
| Now it’s Balenciaga, Louis, Prada on my peers |
| Bathing Ape my tires, I just drive through all my fears |
| Lookin' in your eyes and I see lies, it’s so clear |
| You ain’t really one of my kind, that’s fake love that appear |
| A whole 'nother year, I’m on a whole 'nother pier |
| A different level of greatness that you would never come near |
| A different level of fakeness when you get up in that chair |
| That’s the throne, nigga |
| Who really crack a smile when everything is wrong with 'em? |
| Ain’t nobody break a bone with 'em, put a loan in 'em |
| Shit, won’t even make a song with 'em, Cheech and Chong with 'em |
| Spider-Man scene, I’m all Venom, put my claws in 'em |
| Suwoop Blood gang had dogs hit 'em, they brought paws with 'em |
| Sauce Wood Winnin, JT, Mike D, me, yeah, we all spinners |
| Took so many L’s off in these streets, now we all winners |
| You ain’t gotta share this life with me, see, you can pause, nigga |
| Pause, nigga, I had no choice, my mama broke the laws, nigga |
| Herederitary |
| What you know about bein' locked up for some Februaries? |
| You left your bitch out there at work bein' a secretary |
| She tryna get it up out the dirt, you think she fuckin' Jerry |
| See, doin' that time is scary |
| When don’t nobody answer when you be callin' and they stallin' |
| You tryna go bust the store 'cause commissary in the morning |
| You just got off restriction, but the warden still trippin' |
| You been flirtin' with them guards, you think your gal at home trickin' |
| See, doin' that time wicked |
| Make you think about doin' that crime different |
| Punchin' that line different |
| Freedom make you pour up a line, zip it |
| Pourin' the joy, sip it |
| Never got an award, but know I’m gifted how my soul lifted |
| I inspired the ghetto and these kids, that was my whole mission |
| I inspired the world to break these girls with my own pimpin' |
| I inspired the game before my fame, they stole my whole drippin' |
| Solidified my name through all the flame, so I ain’t even trippin' |
| Boys signin' labels to bend over and catch a whole whippin' |
| Won’t see any of my clothes missing |
| If anything, a couple rounds up out my chrome missing |
| From taking aim, we gunned him down and sent him on fishing |
| It’s such a shame how we can’t settle out our own difference |
| This got my soul itchin' |
| This got my soul itchin' |
| This got my soul itchin' |
| I call it soul itchin' |