Soul Food (Explicit)-The Vice Owl

She make enough spend it all on drugs She make enough spend it all on drugs Then she feel hella love For the boys Cuz her bottles on the boys tables Don’t you ever come say to me that I Feed her vices cuz i don’t And even if I could I won’t Meanwhile I’m gonna take her for a spin And I Promise we won’t sin again Do you feel that in your soul? Do you have a fucking soul? Do you feel that in your soul? Do you have a fucking soul? Yeah Where did we go? Somewhere on earth but you bet your ass we go to mars Before Elon did oh we were so gone So long Shot ourselves right outta earth Didn’t need space ex but we had a bunch of space sex Didn’t even wear latex I think I heard babies I must be tripping balls Or are these blotter tabs making me see what the future holds Feel rich by night only to have a hole in our pockets by next mornin The cycle repeats we go in circles pointlessly We see in fours when we’re squared out Then back to where we begun Mourning our losses Moaning in her bosses office Weed smoke coughin Losing our voices Vision a coffin The mission was the profit We keep changing our object Liquidate our cash we sip it Compensate the pain with more poison cabinets galore with bottles Do you feel that in your soul? Do you have a fucking soul? Do you feel that in your soul? Do you have a fucking soul? Only a temporary slide back It’s only a temporary fall back baby Only temporary PART 2 My god these lights piercing my eyes Mask on my slights here is a new disguise Basking in the strobe lights Calling up the hotline Call in for the snot lines Heating up the pipelines Bygone three lines you can see it through my eyes Lust on my mind it’s a true paradise Bastards makin more likes Halluci-nights giving answers to life Halluci-mind makin up answers to life Beating rapid to a flatline Like OD Mia I Might not wake up An anti climax Yet I’m hypnotised