This is a song about "Soul digging"

●i dont fucking sell my soul

Let's put it on cruise control

But if you ain't got the dance they revoke your spinning

It's optimistic, how deep we've been digging.

Great sex, she ain't slept, she can't rest tomorrows that big test

The trailer park-dwelling, ditch-digging, late to pay the rent,

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

Digging your lyrics from the trash, dude your retarded

Within this siloloquy of a tortured soul.

Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll

Just a lost child, now a lost soul

Bad bitches onlybig bank roll

Drugs are a blessingto someone with no breakfast, damnit’s so hard being exited, out

Instead of the hoes i was digging out, the one girl i always had a fit about

The only soul that won’t sin

Energized and still going