Ab-Soul – W.W.S.D. lyrics

[Interlude:]
- Mo' than a man, I been died and rose again
Fast life, slow motion, these days
- Well I've been out walkin'
I don't do that much talkin' these days
- I gotta stop smokin' cigarettes
- These days, these days I seem to think a lot
About the things that I fo'got to do
And all the times I had the chance to
- Yo, how the ****my new girl got me jealous of otha girls
I think I live in anotha world
- And I have a luva
But it's so hard to risk anotha
These days
- These days
- These days
- Aye, he wrote this **** when he was sixteen he said
I'm twenty seve, this is like my whole life
This
- Now if I seem to be afraid
To live the life that I have made in time
- You know all I like to do is keep it real
Solo... Hoe
- Well it's just that I have been losin'
- Can I win one time
- So long
- Yeah, it's that pain you was talkin' about
Can I win one time

[Verse:]
So many pills I should've slipped already
My lungs the same color as my lips already
Expensive clothes, insufficient funds
Me & my bros switchin' hoes just fo' fun
The money and ****es is all we care about
Very far from home if you worried about my whereabouts
Chasing the light at the end of the ****in' tunnel
Pray fo' Sydney, send Tia a text, tell her I love you
The devil is a lie, neva let him persevere
God took my angel, and left me here, it's happy here

[Interlude:]
- Well I will keep on movin', movin' on
Things are bound to be improvin' these days
- It's long term, this **** real
- I love these days
- It will all make sense one day my ****a
I even been on songs with Common
It's crazy
- These days I'll sit on corner stones
- Can't stop me my ****a, yeah
- Count the time and Quarter Jones today, my friends
Don't confront me with my faith!
- Can't achieve success without failure, babe
- I have not fo'got to mend

[Verse 2:]
Diggin' fo' gold in these Codeine bottles
Tryna picture potential in these Instagram models (like)
Information racin' around the internet
Befo the iPad was invented, I had a pad of writtens
Smokin' a cig on the side of the house
Tryna figure it out
The axe didn't cut it, moms told me cut it out
Clem told me always take pride in my work
I clutch the mic with blessed hands at all my concerts
Why his name Solo, how is he so smart
We can see his 4 footprints in the sand when he walk
I like to refer to myself in 3rd person from the 3rd person
That's a outta body experience of self
So I can see me fo' me and no one else
Don't need to see a Em-E, award or no jail
I'm at them like a cell, I just wanna be free
All this chatter from the chattel ****a
I don't speak sheep, this tde and nothing beyond that
Told Du Dog I don't even need to read the contract!
Yeah, as if some legal documents can stop me
Legalize, legal lies, legal eyes, oh I see
I did it while you were sittin' wishin'
Ask my ****a dza
All my verses hearses leavin' churches
Not the cheap chicken
And I love the Beast Coast
But what about the best one
What's your life without a soul
A dead one
Yeah Mac, you ain't got bars like that Mac