Текст песни 11:11 - Alxsoul

Revelations of the soul
Seeing different, feeling cold
Put a coat on in the fall cuz it's chilly like a bowl
Put some cities on my back it's like I never see them grow
Blind to that like fuck a map but I need treasure and some gold
Chasing goals and matter fact there was a time I chased the hoes
Can't go back nah never that if she gets chalked I'm on the road
She on the streets, I'm on my toes
She got no feet, she crawling slow
I'm on the beat like dominoes
Connect the dots
I'm on a roll
What am I in
Can't see
I'm overseas like I need a B, like the New Hov
Got rude hoes in my phone remove those
Carl Malone in the post
Don't call my phone it's looking slow
New soul
Revelations
What I'm seeing
I ain't asian
Took mandarin years ago
But don't recall ever needing hoes
Like I needa go
Like zai jian
NO ni hao
NO shenma mingzi
I'm undefeated ion needa feature
I'm my own teacher
Wanna come thru it's on ya own leisure
Cuz I don't needa
This ain't amnesia
I'm a damn creature
But, I'm still a preacher
Cuz Yah told me so,
Imma goat I'm the soul
Clean as black soap
With the loofa
Coconut oil
The soul be so spoiled
The lobster got boiled
The butter came dripping
The sprouts on the foil

Hoes tryna rake me but they be the soil
Don't get it twisted that 'i' is for you and the 'u' is for me
It's the SOUL, I ain't free
Not the gold, not the green
Nor the ways or the dreams
You need the keys to unlock the doors
You might see everything
All the blessings galore
Just like a damn store
They keep asking for more
Soul going deadstock
Stack the scenes like redbox
Got the green we hot boxed
Damn my whip way too hot
Look at the way the I hop out
Stack the scenes, I pop out
18 getting locked out
19 searchin' for clout
20 I unlocked the routes
21 figured em out
22 no clockin' out
Woah

11:11
I'm going to heaven
Put that on my brethren
That might be my weapon
Ain't no more resting
The youngest of six
But, really it's eight
And that might be a blessing there is no debate
That we're chosen and destined to really be great
I gotta eat there's a lot on my plate
She want some space so I found me some baes
Put in the work till go to the grave, that's on my last name
This ain't about fame, Stay in your lane, This ain't a game
Close but no tomato no Dame, no shame
Blues hunnids clogging my brain
It ain't the same
Won't leave how I came
Do not complain
I'm not the same shit

I'm not the same shit
I do a lane switch
I'm not the same shit
I do a lane switch
11:11
I'm going to heaven
Put that on my brethren
That might be my weapon
That might be a weapon that might be a
11:11
I'm going to heaven
Put that on my brethren
That might be my weapon