SOUL INN (Trell'$ $poken Interlude) Lyrics

That's what I'm saying just listen to it

Hold on, gotta feel it out

Lord forgive me for my sins and the many places that I've been

A fallen angel that went from hell and back

I sat the dinner table with conscience

Talk for hours on end, made amends and though he still sneaks, I read

I sneak my pen and write about the many sins I've been apart of

Take one. Take two, action

There's always actions planted in my mind it's steady drifting

I guess there forever shifting inside the fabric that is my imagination

Asking myself "where to next?"

Then I continue to lose my thought in drought of this cocky mindset

I believe, I am the best. Yeah

The gorilla of the jungle and subtle

Until I bang my chest, I keep on climbing higher

Desire to leave graces in greatest of the minds in first speech

A truth, came from the balde that is my tongue

Wolf running from a heard of sheep

Can't even seem them in my peripherals

A dust cloud is my aura

Nact, for this mentaling individuals in turn

it creates a certain principle of my belief

Calm, cool and collected but we still got teeth, didn't you know?

There is a borough that is my puta. I sorta, would have to let you in

The kingpin who's ringing all your lines. In time

I revel for little bits of me

Little bit of clear at instant, yah

Vision to see, vision to believe in a higher level

Be careful. A devil? You might not see what you getting a rebel

I marvel at all the road outcasts

And the label to have no class, don't ask

Wear no masks yeah.Wear the hearts on his sleeve

That became something one in a million that only God fear

God fearing, God fearing, niggas spearing wear the stripe on the fucking play

Yeah everyday my nigga I get in my fucking way

You know I'm cool collected my nigga fucking sway

One the beat, gotta rock they beat

Mic drop on this fucking shit nigga it's Trell!

Fuck you talking bout? Yeah fuck you talking bout nigga?

Plotting on my, plotting on my soul!

Ay let it go

And she plotting on my, plotting on my soul!

Baby girl what you doing, baby girl now won't you?

Slow

Slow strokes. Baby when I'm in it and we gone get wet for sure

Gone get wet for sure.When I eat it put my soul in it!

(Smiles when I'm rocking up her dress. Bent her over make that bitch blessed)

(Touch ya toes, stick it like "eh", stick it like "eh")

(Awhhhh stick. Awhhhh stick)

(Awhhhh beam ah. Beam awhh. Beam awhhh, awhhh)

"Nah that beat slid!"