Testo Soul Food - Elujay feat. Saba
Testo della canzone Soul Food (Elujay feat. Saba), tratta dall'album Soul Food (feat. Saba) - Single
Hands up, don't shoot
I know you want to
Rolling up that quiche cold
I got that soul food
I got that soul food
I got that soul food
You know you want to
Come try this soul food
Hands up, don't shoot
I know you want to
Rolling up that quiche cold
I got that soul food
Come try this soul food
You know you want to
You know you want to
Soul food
Yeah, I don't know what I been sipping
Everything just feel so great
Nowadays feeling so dismissive
Finding it hard to concentrate
My homie just got out a read up
Fuck the judge, your fraudulent case
Why the system gotta be that way?
Why they cut your years by the day?
'Cause I just wanna celebrate
Freedom on vacation
One nation under God
This Islam is fugazi
'Cause everybody tryna get it how they live
Nowadays niggas can't count they kids
And that EBT with no food in the fridge
And they tryna get it back to the first of the fifth
I smoke that Rosa Parks
That shit don't make you move
That molly make you groove
We in a different mood
Can you pass the yams?
Can you pass the peas?
Man, I'm 'bout to slam
Play the soulful jams, soulful jams
Slam food, that's the only plan
Hands up, don't shoot
I know you want to
Rolling up that quiche cold
I got that soul food
I got that soul food
I got that soul food
You know you want to
Come try this soul food
Hands up, don't shoot
I know you want to
Rolling up that quiche cold
I got that soul food
Come try this soul food
You know you want to
You know you want to
Soul food
Fuck the system, I'm still screaming
Free my pivot members
'Member when we couldn't get a sip from the fountain?
It feel like that again
Again, it's book of records
They shoot niggas, knock on wood
It's not my future
Fuck a pig that dug a grave
Another kid again
Turn the cheek, attention hunt
They locked my nigga in the sun
The penitentiary is just a thing they say is meant for us
Black on black is fake as fuck
In fact, the facts will fuck you up
And rap is just a product of what they made me with the handcuffs
Yo, why we gotta protest and say our lives matter?
They claim they serve and protect but somehow we all dying faster
I watch the video and they look just like some linebackers
They lie about it
A child got hit
The news look like the obits for the bystanders
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Writer(s): Norman Thomas
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