SOULS

Sinners flesh but my soul pure like virgin Got watch out in that garden snakes be lurking She can't be my cinnamon apple That bitch can't be Eve to me These bitches all like coins they just gonna flip on me Sinners flesh but my soul pure like virgin Got watch out in that garden snakes be lurking She can't be my cinnamon apple That bitch can't be Eve to me These bitches all like coins they just gonna flip on me Sitting in my room knuckled up Backspace off the tabs guts bubbled up Silent mind in silent hills shit it muzzles us Can't find thrills off these pills in these hills Cold repression doubles with the chills Bitch I'm digging out the bubble Broken with the lost shovel Voices muffled in huddle Catching passes now I fumbled Always gifted never had it Mind twisted never panic Pour my heart on this canvas Overdone with my chances Trying to feed my greed won't let exceed This shit I'll never out run Too much smoke impedes Oh shit I can not breathe I'm sorry for my misdeed These bitches be bitches These niggas be snitches They all switch on the low My nerves vetoed I don't even flinch Cutting my ties I need to let go Feeling myself like ecstasy Got my soul feeling heavenly The streets ain't open no sesame Trying to find the recipe With a clouded mentally Hope my destiny is grounded Pleasantry lost and soundless Pedigree crossed and rounded You already know how it is Sinners flesh but my soul pure like virgin Got watch out in that garden snakes be lurking She can't be my cinnamon apple That bitch can't be Eve to me These bitches all like coins they just gonna flip on me Sinners flesh but my soul pure like virgin Got watch out in that garden snakes be lurking She can't be my cinnamon apple That bitch can't be Eve to me These bitches all like coins they just gonna flip on me Got to watch out They gonna flip on me