This is a song about "Blade and soul"

And i felt like a lost soul

Let's put it on cruise control

That's an order, and my soul is

Yes, im gluttonous. d.c. up in this

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

Jus stop a little bit and enjoy your latent soul

Take you and your friends to blade and tools

Flyer then the rest of them, still got my nike boots

But i know i see better days

And i sit alone as my soul decays

Well rick james, maury jane

My speeches come from my soul and brain,

Chevy filled up on petrol, times like this i just roll

And everywhere that mary went, it stared into her soul,

Soul maybe find gold and never hit shit.

With these macs i've got a bad habit