Sampled Souls

Roll a fat ass blunt,

smoke that shit

Walking through the fog looking for a spark Flipping old wax while

we block out the dark Writing down thoughts on a crumbled up

page Trying to find peace in a frantic age

We keep it moving when the world goes cold

Spinning old stories into brand new gold

(yeah) Keep the wheel turning,

let the record play

We find a little comfort in the gray

Roll a

fat ass blunt, smoke that shit

Dust on the needle,

ink on my thumb Chasing the rhythm where the beats come from

No digital shine, just the warmth in the wood Making something real

from the neighborhood

And the cycle spins around and around

Lost in the static till the groove is found (ahhhh)

We keep it moving when the world goes cold Spinning old stories

into brand new gold (yeah)

Keep the wheel turning,

let the record play

We find a little comfort in the gray

Roll a fat ass blunt,

smoke that shit