Soul

Late nights he sit up he can't think straight without a heart attack

Wondering day dreaming bout some things that he might never have

Told his momma one day he gone get it now he got a bag

Running money up but somehow deep inside he still feel sad

Uh

But somehow that's okay

I told my momma that I just need an escape

One day I told her that I'd be great

Now I'm putting hundreds inside of a safe

No need to write its off the dome that's how you know its real

Falling in and out of love I think I need some pills

Wake up repeat rinse the cycle its me