Songtext Return of the soul Astro

Return of the soul

(Verse)
I used to be nuisance but they've been acting new since the youngin started winnin
My biggest fear is losing
This game is kind of stressing, believe you in the medic
That's only if you let it, it's all about them essence
Dollar signs support, what else son, speculation
Clock the first but without the second your time is wasted
I've been patiently kicking waiting for credit,
But bout the time they give it it's really like forget it,
The game ain't fun no more, whack as ever
From rugged raw stitching to Givenchy and leathers
And everybody docking over nothing
Grabbing their surfboards when they hear
Yo yo the new wave is coming
I've always been different in this world
Of the type of kid to you say there is no God
After listening to Earl
People share opinions like photos,
You'd better put your face in the books man fore it get took
And into a act when you ain't got no wi-fi
Money in your piggybank trying to be fly, huh?
But right now it's kind of looking like haza
Me rep like Scarface 'fore I die,
Okay, I'm reloaded, the chosen one says reloaded
My old mixtapes is still potent
I'm off the fact and they still voting
So take note and, prepare for return of the soul man.

In the corner of my eye
I saw you, you were very high
In the corner of my eye
I saw you, you were very high

(Verse)
Aids kill, word up, respect this,
America is dying slowly,
Keep the killer beats close to me,
That's what it posed to be,
Carry the real like groceries,
But it's the great A tryina get away from this get away
Shook to hell the game, that paved the way to get us paid
So now I'm in the studio working on art
Before you listen close and you could see me painting myself in the corner
Street life ain't the life to live,
So I go hard with rap just to make it easy for my kids
Communicate through these how I live,
Don’t see the big pick, the contact, the dude selling glasses

In the corner, vocals in the beat team up
Introduce the add, the emphysema
Fame will leave you breathless, maybe you throw shots like catch distant
Put up walls with asbestos, sick and drive you crazy
But put gas in your car too,
Once you made it they get animated like the car too,
Who's real? Who's not? Sort s mountain, no hits, no hidups
Labels know what I'm talking bout
Well I guess I'm on my do low, kick car flows with so yall catch Manolo,
Huh, so low be the logo,
We ain't here tryin to shine like so glow, stroll.

In the corner of my eye
I saw you, you were very high
In the corner of my eye
I saw you, you were very high