[Intro: Ab-Soul & Lance Skiiiwalker] Hey Herb, it's grandma I found a scripture and I thought about you It says, "For what shall it profit a man If he should gain the whole world and lose his own soul?" Mark 8:36, Herb, I'm prayin' for you, grandma loves you I wrote this message especially for you (Heyy, man)
[Chorus: Ab-Soul] First they love me, then they hate me, then they love me again I'm scratchin' my head, I'm rubbin' my chin This ain't the way it was supposed to be Supposedly, I'm close to an end Don't push me, I'm close to the edge, I'm no rookie
[Verse 1: Ab-Soul & Lance Skiiiwalker] What happens ahead is a leap of your faith You need him to hear what you see and see what you say We gearin' up for somethin' major, you should stay in your lane Try to hydroplane in God's rain, amen Just tryna fulfill prophecy properly Sprinkle fronto on top of the broccoli Gettin' high as we possibly can, I'm more than a man That's why I left these holes in my hands Hell yeah, I'm still quotin' myself The soul is a spirit floatin' in the lyrics, guess I ghostwrote it myself Getting loaded to the point I ain't controllin' myself Couple grams and I'm on the 'Gram, trollin' myself Like get a hold of yourself, gotta get over myself Message in a bottle ain't gon' open itself I wrote this message especially for Ayy, let me hear that one (Now everybody get your hands up high If you don't give a fuck, get your hands up high) I wrote this message especially for you (Yo)
[Chorus: Ab-Soul] First they love me, then they hate me, then they love me again I'm scratchin' my head, I'm rubbin' my chin (Yeah) This ain't the way it was supposed to be Supposedly, I'm close to an end (Nah) Don't push me, I'm close to the edge, I'm no rookie (No rookie)
[Verse 2: Ab-Soul] Ignore what you took me for (Uh-huh) In the first place unless it's in first place (Yeah) Worst case scenario, this shit stereo burial You're very venereal, I'ma set you men straight (Soul) Crooked letter O-U-L, real recognize real and I don't know you well Yet and still, waters run deep, you better fill your pail (Yeah) Your bucket'll get kicked the minute you inhale (Yeah) And then you can admit you really live in hell They should sift this on digital fish scale (No) D-O-P-E, that's slang for what I sling (No) Life's a dice game and me and Allah finna TD I'm busy rummagin' through government intel (Yeah) Staying on top of the subject like a C.C. This message in a bottle ain't gon open itself (Nah, yeah) That's hard, nigga, but you gotta think you been gone like five or six years
[Part II]
[Intro: Ab-Soul & Joe Budden] Has TDE missed with signing artists? Oh, no, the people that they done signed been doing great What, what rap group has ever done that? A miss by most standards, ours, no The music industry prolly wouldn't say that they hit with Ab-Soul (Ayy, ayy, ayy) Yeah, yeah (Mac)
[Chorus: Ab-Soul] First they love me, then they hate me, then they love me again I'm scratchin' my head, I'm rubbin' my chin This ain't the way it was supposed to be Supposedly, I'm close to an end Don't push me, I'm close to the edge, no rookie
[Verse: Ab-Soul] Bitch, I'm a vet, show some fuckin' respect I'm sensitive, I just lost my best friend My ego dead, I see no thread A million clicks ahead of your penmanship Shit, my first demo was on cassette, lil' nigga Product of determination, I define the word amazin' (Yeah, yeah-yeah) Pastor Black Lip back on that shit Don't come to altar call with an altercation I've yet to perish, the meat can wait, uh The Earth is Herbert's, you don't deserve her I set the trap and you eat the bait Who will last is a weak debate I pray you find peace of mind, mental and physical health and wealth Don't be deprived by nothin' or no one else A moment with Soul sicker than taking a ghost's picture Save a frame on your shelf 'Cause I just saw myself seein' myself, how I seen myself? See for yourself This message in a bottle ain't gon open itself
[Outro: Joe Budden] But, nobody else would say that Yeah, the music industry would say that Ab is sick, his projects are sick Ab-Soul is eclectic, he is sick, he makes unique, different music He don't really give a fuck about none of that shit y'all talkin' 'bout He just a different nigga, and I think that's why...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
