Paroles de Only 1 de Ab-Soul

Ab-soul
Pop, popular, and I don't keep my head up, I keep it down cause god do
Ay look, don't worship me, I'm not christ
I'm not god, but I try to be

Ab-soul
Check, check, check check
Damn right, I'm selling out
In case one of my niggas go to jail, I can bail em out
I heard that Lucifer's the angel of music
This is preposterous, so much for gospel we all stupid
Look, toast to the gods, del amo boulevard
That's where I was, pacing back and forth like I was on drugs
And I was, but I was comin' up with some raw shit
It was either this or hittin' licks with whats-her-name and them
They had that work, turns out I'm sellin' crinack anyway
She been standin' in line since the am just to hear my statements
I ain't the black lipped bastard no more, I'm more mature
Call me the black lipped pastor, I walk on holy water
And joseph ain't my father, holla


[Refrain] Ab-soul
Many gon' come, many gon' go
Only time'll tell, only god knows
Coldest under moon, hottest under sun
Many gon' come, but there is only one
Soul-o, soul-o, soul-o
S-soul-o, soul-o, soul-o (there is only one)
Soul-o, soul-o, soul-o
S-soul-o, soul-o, soul-o (there is only one)
Soul-o, soul-o, soul-o
S-soul-o, soul-o, soul-o (there is only one)
Soul-o, soul-o, soul-o
S-soul-o, soul-o, soul-o (there is only one)

Ab-soul
I told punch I'll probably get assassinated by the government
Reverse psychology, they gotta keep me alive
To make like what I'm sayin' is lies, surprise!
I just left burberry and dropped five, like I went half on a dime
But not this time, soul-o
And I don't find it odd, I'm breakin' even
Maybe I should've prayed to Jesus instead of Herbert Stevens
I'd rather murder beats than murder people, for this reason
I seek an instrumental in attempt to leave it bleedin'
You a menstrual cycle with flower pedals to a Harley
Rap genius'll decode it for me
Homie
I came from nothin'
No really, I came from nothin'
You got here, but you came for nothin'
No really, you came for nuttin', bitches, and money
Me too, I came for change, too much pussy in this game
What's my motherfuckin' name?

[Refrain]

Ab-soul
Yo-yo-yo-yo look
Who else coule rhyme like me
I'm making prophet off of prophecy
We built this dynasty on democracy and philosophy
A lil geometry some vagina and a lot of weed
A fifth of hen, a pint of lean and a bible, g
Od flow, a b soul, if you forget the dash you uh wish you didn't
Who am I kiddin' i'mma artist arsenist a good Samaritan with bad habbits
Kendrick lamar on the acid tablet
And a groove between q and Langston Hughes
Rock if he was a rockafella that was signed to roc-a-fella
Huge views we need a telescope to tell you dope
I'm not like you, I close my eyes and I see megatrons cube
No dream to sell you dope my mind move like a monsoon
Soon lagoon its true I rode the waves back in high school
Life's a bitch with std's that I just hit
The next ten years is t.d.e.
I got dough but I used to shine poor unlike shyne po
Cause now shyne po's sunshine don't shine no mo'
That's how it goes when ya cons outweighin' ya pros
I got three i's two lungs full of og but only one


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