Lyrics Soles - Rav feat. Kill Bill the Rapper

Look, I don't know (I don't know)
Why and which way I should go
But I don't care about nada
Your fear and despair ain't my product, ayy
And though the road is cold (road is cold)
My toes stay warm, my soles made of gold
Still puffing on marijuana
I'm gon' close my eyes when I wanna
(R-A-V) Ayy

These numbers won't feed your ego forever (nah)
The hole within you goes deeper than ever (yeah)
Reason been fleeting the people (yeah)
Cheated, mistreated, it's feeble (yeah)
Tweeting to reason an evil (yeah)
Perceived as the truth or see-through

But that's what we do
That's the new groove, apparently
Truth on the news look like YouTuber parody
And either you partake in the fruits of calamity
Or get cooked on the side in a soup full of apathy

We seem to struggle with non-binary dilemmas
Seeing colors between the lines, we hide from them forever
Then highlighting endeavors way inconvenient for our narratives
But we so bewildered when some see through all our arrogance

Look, I got no time
To be fucking with y'all
You suckas shut, withdraw
And they say I don't get it but I get it, I get it, I got it
I don't care about anything, anything that I oughta, but

Look, I don't know (I don't know)
Why and which way I should go
But I don't care about nada
Your fear and despair ain't my product, ayy
And though the road is cold (road is cold)
My toes stay warm, my soles made of gold
Still puffing on marijuana
I'm gon' close my eyes when I wanna, ayy

Yo, it's been a couple minutes since I stopped keeping count
We used to burn tree and like, not leave the house
Now it's all gucci, bump Gucci in the whip
Whole lotta gang shit, I'm so schooly with the shits
I ain't tripping, I used to do my fair share of falling down
Man, that's so Bill to make an air chair to walk around (hehe)

Imaginary places
Dropped a little acid, start acting very basic next thing
Hit 'em with the check swing, a new sound
Best kind of move with the slowest kind of cooldown
Hoe I'm Majin Buu'd now, what about the Dragon Balls?
The last two sagas, they were not about the Dragon Balls
Acting raw sushi on a bed of rice
Brain fucked up, now I gotta learn my lessons twice

Feeling something like a masochist
Life's panning out like the dumbest kind of disaster flick
It's crazy, all my days lazy
PlayerUnknown, everybody tryna play me
I'm just background noise, with my background voice
Shit is subtle as a brick
Let's make these raps sound coy, I spit sickness

See homie, you are not woke
Try to fucking sub me, I be flying off the top rope
That's elbow drops
I think I'm Shawn Michaels
Fresh Velcro shots
I'm fresh to death, that's on Bible, I don't buy it

Look, I don't know (I don't know)
Why and which way I should go
But I don't care about nada
Your fear and despair ain't my product, ayy
And though the road is cold (road is cold)
My toes stay warm, my soles made of gold
Still puffing on marijuana
I'm gon' close my eyes when I wanna, ayy