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Only 1 Lyrics - Artist : Ab-Soul
And I don't keep my head up, I keep it down cause God do
Ay look, don't worship me, I'm not Christ I'm not God, but I try to be Check, check, check check Damn right, I'm selling out In case one of my niggas go to jail, I can bail em out I heard that Lucifer's the angel of music This is preposterous, so much for Gospel we all stupid Look, toast to the gods, Del Amo Boulevard That's where I was, pacing back and forth like I was on drugs And I was, but I was comin' up with some raw shit It was either this or hittin' licks with what's-her-name and them They had that work, turns out I'm sellin' crinack anyway She been standin' in line since the AM just to hear my statements I ain't the black lipped bastard no more, I'm more mature Call me the black lipped pastor, I walk on holy water And Joseph ain't my father, holla Many gon' come, many gon' go Only time'll tell, only God knows Coldest under moon, hottest under sun Many gon' come, but there is only one Soul-o, soul-o, soul-o S-soul-o, soul-o, soul-o (There is only one) Soul-o, soul-o, soul-o S-soul-o, soul-o, soul-o (There is only one) Soul-o, soul-o, soul-o S-soul-o, soul-o, soul-o (There is only one) Soul-o, soul-o, soul-o S-soul-o, soul-o, soul-o (There is only one) I told Punch I'll probably get assassinated by the government Reverse psychology, they gotta keep me alive To make like what I'm sayin' is lies, surprise! I just left Burberry and dropped five, like I went half on a dime But not this time, Soul-o And I don't find it odd, I'm breakin' even Maybe I should've prayed to Jesus instead of Herbert Stevens I'd rather murder beats than murder people, for this reason I seek an instrumental in attempts to leave it bleedin' You a menstrual cycle with flower pedals to a Harley Rap Genius'll decode it for me Homie I came from nothin' No really, I came from nuttin' You got here, but you came for nothin' No really, you came for nuttin', bitches, and money Me too, I came for change, too much pussy in this game What's my motherfuckin' name? Many gon' come, many gon' go Only time'll tell, only God knows Coldest under moon, hottest under sun Many gon' come, but there is only one Soul-o, soul-o, soul-o S-soul-o, soul-o, soul-o (There is only one) Soul-o, soul-o, soul-o S-soul-o, soul-o, soul-o (There is only one) Soul-o, soul-o, soul-o S-soul-o, soul-o, soul-o (There is only one) Soul-o, soul-o, soul-o S-soul-o, soul-o, soul-o (There is only one) Yo-yo-yo-yo look (Soulo) Who else could rhyme like me I'm making profit off of prophecy We built this dynasty on democracy and philosophy A lil geometry some vagina and a lot of weed A fifth of Hen, a pint of lean and a bible, G OD flow, A-B-Soul, if you forget the dash you uh wish you didn't Who am I kiddin' I'mma artist arsonist a good samaritan with bad habits Kendrick Lamar on the acid tablet And a groove between Q and Langston Hughes Rock if he was a Rockefeller that was signed to Roc-A-Fella (Fuck Black Hippy) Huge views we need a telescope to tell you dope I'm not like you, I close my eyes and I see Metatron's Cube No dream to sell you though my mind move like a monsoon Lagoon it's true I wore the waves back in high school Life's a bitch with STDs that I just hit The next ten years is T.D.E.'s I got dough but I used to shine poor unlike Shyne Po Cause now Shyne po'and Shyne shine no mo' That's how it goes when ya cons outweighin' ya pros I got three eyes two lungs full of OG but only one- |
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