(Humming 2 The Beat) I'd rather my find soul...than impress these folks...in the west we boast...low an behold...when lessons approach....we sent'em out door...like children 2 the store...what you feel me for!?!? Cause you feel it yo? Getting high when you feelin low, when you feel alone...you don't feel involved? (Na) Do you feel at all? (Ya) Do you problem solve? (Na) Or they just revolve? (Ya) Now whats the odds?! (Whoooooo) I'd say fuckin high...I use 2 stay fucking high, all the fucking time...but I never asked fucking why?!?! (Na) Soberity deprived... cause I aint fucking try!!? (Na) There's alot of fuckin... in this fuckin rhyme...there goes my dirty mind! Am I worthy ma...you so curvy (ahhhhhh)! Wit ya pertery eyes...and your perfect thighs...now why...would I hurt ya pride? (Huh) Why?!?!....would I hurt ya pride?!?! (Humming 2 The Beat) I'd rather find my soul...before my mind explodes...I wish it kind of coast...it more like Porsche...it mostly overloads...I feel like horder bro...I need more disposed...I can't afford no mo...like I'm fucking broke...my thoughts feel fucking gross...like I need some soap...but I feedem tho...they eating slow...I watchem grow...they wanna run the show...what a funny thought! You a funny boy...what's you running for!!! Lets go explore...we cant be ignored!!! (Hum 2 The Beat) I'd rather my find soul...see whats behind these jokes...to remind these folks...that I'm kinda close...not from my minds approach...how it glows...how it knows... beyond my clothes...beyond the cove... beneath the cave... beyond my age... beneath the rage...it sees Im safe...its knows my name...it knows my pain...it goes with change...an goes up in flames...than ashes fall...we all dissolve...now pause the song...call it God...call it love...call it us...our souls just touched!!! (Humming 2 Beat) Produced By: DishTheWasher