Same Soul

I took a Tylenol 'cause my head was hurtin' But you know

I did it perfect and I pulled up on the surface Even

if I didn't mean to,

still did that shit all on purpose Even if I had a

roller, I'ma teach her how to skirt But I really love to

cheat, that's why she like to smoke the purp Tell me if

I broke a rib,

probably hit him where it hurt I probably rolled in on the

sidewalk, you know the Chevy skirt Every time that I'm in the

Maybach, I'm pullin' 'front the curtain Every time I got my weight

up, you know he 'bout to serve it Every time I get

my pay up, you know that shit for certain If I get

that shit from London,

I can get that shit in Europe I don't really give a

fuck if I be comin' in the 808 And we gon' smoke

it in the sun and just like every day,

yeah

Baby, come jump in the whip,

yeah

Come and take a little sip,

yeah

We drivin' down the highway, uh

We live my way, uh

Cruise at sixty-four

Then we gotta go

Livin' up some more

Yeah,

pass it to my bro

Yeah,

livin' up some more,

that's why we really gotta go And if we got the passport,

I guess there ain't nowhere to go Except just hoppin' on the

plane and maybe go to Spain And hop up on a train,

fuck Amsterdam Okay, I just off the shrooms,

yeah, off the LSD I didn't even know that I can get

so high to Mercury That's why I just wanna smoke,

that's why I blow the purple weed That's why I know that

nobody would really be just hurtin' me That's why probably why they

just police, that's probably why they just be knockin' And I got

hoes up in Cali and they just come through to Compton But

every time we bouncin',

got 'em sippin' lemonade But you know she pop that pussy,

she just wanna penetrate How the fuck did I just come up?

I don't know, it's every day But I been since elementary,

I sure appreciate it Like fuck it,

even if I hop up on the elevator I'ma smoke up on

the presidential suite like respirators And I rock like alligators and I

keep 'em on my feet Even if I got a plan,

tell 'em ain't nowhere to be But that boy D be Jordan

Wade, 'bout to make like history And I got she at the

Whitney and you know we 'bout to Z But we come from

different cities 'cause we just a different breed How the fuck I

got some Lomo? Make that queso with the cheese And you know

I really need to fuckin' buy some chips for me How the

fuck did I just never ever have no chips with me?

Shit,

yeah, slide up, you slidin' up on me

Fuck it, had to go and have it,

got me runnin' up a tree Got me goin' for the paper,

only motherfuckin' thing I really need The sunshine and the shade and

good ass fuckin' weed

Good fuckin' weed