Ab-Soul - W.W.S.D. Lyrics
(Interlude)- Mo' than a man, I been died and rose againFast life, slow motion, these days- Well I've been out walkin'I don't do that much talkin' these days- I gotta stop smokin' cigarettes- These days, these days I seem to think a lotAbout the things that I fo'got to doAnd all the times I had the chance to- Yo, how the ****my new girl got me jealous of otha girlsI think I live in anotha world- And I have a luvaBut it's so hard to risk anothaThese days- These days- These days- Aye, he wrote this **** when he was sixteen he saidI'm twenty seve, this is like my whole lifeThis- Now if I seem to be afraidTo live the life that I have made in time- You know all I like to do is keep it realSolo... hoe- Well it's just that I have been losin'- Can I win one time- So long- Yeah, it's that pain you was talkin' aboutCan I win one time(Verse)So many pills I should've slipped alreadyMy lungs the same color as my lips alreadyExpensive clothes, insufficient fundsMe & my bros switchin' hoes just fo' funThe money and ****es is all we care aboutVery far from home if you worried about my whereaboutsChasing the light at the end of the ****in' tunnelPray fo' Sydney, send Tia a text, tell her I luv youThe devil is a lie, neva let him persevereGod took my angel, and left me here, it's happy here(Interlude)- Well I will keep on movin', movin' onThings are bound to be improvin' these days- It's long term, this **** real- I luv these days- It will all make sense one day my ****aI even been on songs with CommonIt's crazy- These days I'll sit on corner stones- Can't stop me my ****a, yeah- Count the time and Quarter Jones today, my friendsDon't confront me with my faith!- Can't achieve success without failure, babe- I have not fo'got to mend(Verse 2)Diggin' fo' gold in these Codeine bottlesTryna picture potential in these Instagram models (like)Information racin' around the internetBefo the iPad was invented, I had a pad of writtensSmokin' a cig on the side of the houseTryna figure it outThe axe didn't cut it, moms told me cut it outClem told me always take pride in my workI clutch the mic with blessed hands at all my concertsWhy his name Solo, how is he so smartWe can see his 4 footprints in the sand when he walkI like to refer to myself in 3rd person from the 3rd personThat's a outta body experience of selfSo I can see me fo' me and no one elseDon't need to see a Em-E, award or no jailI'm at them like a cell, I just wanna be freeAll this chatter from the chattel ****aI don't speak sheep, this TDE and nothing beyond thatTold Du Dog I don't even need to read the contract!Yeah, as if some legal documents can stop meLegalize, legal lies, legal eyes, oh I seeI did it while you were sittin' wishin'Ask my ****a DZAAll my verses hearses leavin' churchesNot the cheap chickenAnd I luv the Beast CoastBut what about the best onewhat's your life without a soulA dead oneYeah Mac, you ain't got bars like that Mac
