Текст песни Soul - Elise , Lango

And slow it down, wait, speed it up
Need to pop a couple addies nigga need to keep up
Leave a nigga block hot like a candle
Need a space X rocket if you wanna reach us
Thats a pink and purple party pack in my elixir
These some real nigga drugs only way to go is up
I'm the pulpit, the preacher, and the teacher
We gone crash in the Beamer she a keeper
White Rolls Royce like I got dandruff
I ain't cuffing no bitch but when we fuck it's handcuffs
Got a mean bitch with me know I like my shit rough
Nigga got it out the mud you can call it what you want
What you want, Monday to Sunday
What you need, we don't do the gun-play
Take a flight, Baton Rouge to Bombay
Get it in, sun up to sun down.

All in my soul, girl I gotta grind
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
All in my soul, girl I gotta grind
All in my soul, girl I gotta grind
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
All in my soul, girl I gotta grind

All the way from Baton Rouge to the NOLA
We just tryna change the culture
I'm tired of sitting on the sofa
Eliminating all the roaches
Delivering my daily devotion
Lango causing commotion
I just wanna increase ya dosage
Put them niggas in psychosis
This ain't a private jet this a space ship
If I ain't talk to you don't say shit
Now let the choir sing
Now slow down drop the speed limit
Hit that put some weed in it
Rip that I go deep in it
Spice it Spice it up, pack up the seasoning
Diving in the water hop in the deeper end
Mount Everest when we smoke the reefer and
Fly fly fly on psilocybin
Living our life cause we working on dying

All in my soul, girl I gotta grind
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
All in my soul, girl I gotta grind
All in my soul, girl I gotta grind
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
All in my soul, girl I gotta grind