Lyrics Soul Shoes - Willis
Alright
take
number
one
Nah
that
was
dirty.
That
was
dirty!
Alright
take
TWO
motherfucker!
Alright
I
feel
the
people
who
I
see
who
say
they
run
the
operation
Are
the
same
ones
who
gon
look
to
anyone
for
conformation
It
don't
matter
who
that
be,
all
we
seek
is
compensation
For
opinions
that
we
throw
and
the
records
we
got
in
rotation
Mirror
in
yo
face
it
go
on
and
on
No
one
feel
the
same
you
gon
run-a-run-away
All
we
wanna
be
is
a
part,
apart
From
all
the
false
and
foul
is
hard,
it's
hard
Leave
us
all
alone
and
we
fall
apart
My
vision
and
my
soul,
this
is
all
I
got
Take
me
back
to
when
I
could
have
a
happy
ending
Take
me
back
to
when
I
could
blast
a
track
in
half
And
always
be
alright
with
the
way
that
it
sound
Could
always
be
alright
with
the
way
that
I
look
Now
I'm
never
satisfied,
there
has
to
be
a
way
Take
me
on
a
walk
in
the
dark
and
I'll
be
okay.
cause
I
Got
my
soul
shoes
on,
got
my
soul
shoes
on,
got
my
soul
shoes
on,
got
my
soul
shoes
on
My
soul
shoes
on.
My
soul
shoes
on
My
soul
And
my
soul
will
rise,
my
soul
will
rise,
my
soul
will
rise,
my
soul
will
rise
My
soul
will
rise
My
soul
My
soul
will
rise
My
soul
will
rise
Life
don't
be
the
way
it
seem
up
on
the
screen
And
when
you
look
at
me
what
do
you
see?
I
was
told
that
I
could
be...
anything
But
when
I
hit
the
real
world
it
was
the
opposite
of
what
was
said
to
me
So
I'm
thinking
that
there
better
be
Some
type
of
end
where
I
can
have
the
peace
of
mind,
that
I
dream
about
Tell
the
world
that
I
just
needed
time.
cause
I
been
feeling
down
I
been
waiting
some
time...
it
seems
like
all
the
motivation
I
think
I
have
is
making
my
Perception
of
reality
twisted
so
I
admit
it
It's
been
a
minute
since
I
really
felt
committed.
feeling
limited
with
this
shit
What's
vision
worth?
they
all
have
one
A
microphone
synonymous
to
a
handgun
I
just
want
my
damn
fun.
The
shit
that's
in
the
videos
But
realizing
that
it's
fabricated
really
hit
me
low
Everything
is
but
a
dream.
Hope
I
don't
wake
Like
everyday
a
snow
day.
Watch
the
snowflakes
On
the
microphone
a
killah
with
a
ghostface
But
outside
my
own
world
belong
no
place
And
i'm
not
satisfied
with
a
slow
pace
I
just
won't
wait.
been
this
way
since
back
in
08
So
what's
the
factor
of
my
social
status?
When
hope
is
shattered?
A
lonely
rapper
no
one
shows
up
to
the
open
casket
I
want
the
money
so
that
I
can
help
my
people
But
mass
amounts
of
money
turn
a
young
man
evil
So
what
am
I
supposed
to
do?
Like
lookin
at
you
and
then
watchu
gon
do?
Recognize
that
I'm
a
damn
fool
Conduct
a
symphony
by
myself
in
my
room
They
wanna
put
me
in
a
tomb,
I
think
not.
I'm
talking
to
you!!
Listeners
can
listen
to
the
vision
that
I've
written,
livin
a
sentence
Committed
by
spitting
the
venom
inside
and
up
in
em
and
Ima
diminish
em
limiting
my
shine
This
is
my
time.
And
these
are
my
rhymes
Created
by
my
mind
So
watchu
want
homie??
Just
let
a
man
live
Go
rap
bout
money
and
record
some
fucking
ad
libs
I
been
stressing
so
bad.
I
need
escape
Sickness
in
my
stomach.
An
abundance
up
on
my
plate
Trying
to
cope
by
reading
the
shit
I
wrote
To
a
microphone,
the
shit
that
I
been
on
is
hide
away
And
wait
for
better
days,
I
meditate
the
pain
away
And
lay
awake
and
fade
away
cause
thinking
it
just
make
it
stay
Make
it
stop!
make
it
stop!
Ima
suffocate
And
nothing
I'm
doing
make
the
cut
like
I
was
underweight
Maybe
I
could
run
away
today
and
leave
the
bull
behind
Now
that's
the
kind
of
fool
that
I.
become
feel
like
a
stupid
guy
Promised
I
would
never
lie.
Said
it
and
I
meant
it
But
Ima
lose
mind
if
I
done
got
my
shawty
pregnant
And
Ima
really
flip
a
bitch
if
homie
take
needle
to
wrist
But
writing
is
so
therapeutic
man,
I
really
needed
this
Man
I
think
thats
all
I
need
really.
Umm.
I
might
play
a
lil
outro
real
quick
Yeah,
thats
it
right
there.
Run
that
back
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