Letra de 'For The Soul' de Mati (EUA)

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Turn my mic up
Turn my mic up

I answer the phone when you callin'
You probably been thinkin' bout problems
I told you, you good and you got it
I got a heart you can borrow
I'm not a regular, uh yeah, civilian, I'm a scholar
She wanna drink in her hand, need a bottle

Good girl took the college route
Think she know what the fuck she talkin' bout
Toxic sick nigga, so I scout em out
Blunt in my hand, got the cotton mouth
I like the juice, slide wit my troops
You wanted love, better show me the proof
She give me head never using a tooth
Designer her belt all the way to her shoes

This that shit you gon' hear up in school
Probably making the news
Got appointment with a bad bitch
Know her tactics
If I want it I can have it, I can smash it
Cross her off my bracket
Long hair brown skin
Told my homies I'ma bag it
Bag it, ba, ba, ba, bag it
Yeah she come wit baggage
This ain't perfect timing

Skirt, skirt on the way to her crib
Pray to God 'cause I know I'ma sin
Open up the safe in the bin
Walkin' on the house in a blimp
Sky gon' fall when I win
Stompin on the ground wit my Timbs
She ain't never raised no bitch
Every time you see me make a wish
Every time she see me blew a kiss
She just wanted Autuma baguettes

I answer the phone when you callin'
You probably been thinkin' bout problems
I told you, you good and you got it
I got a heart you can borrow
I'm not a regular, uh yeah, civilian, I'm a scholar
She wanna drink in her hand, need a bottle

She got a groove to her, it mood lights us
Sharing my food wit her, I feed her heart
Blockin' the Sun for her, her only scarf
I push the whip for her, the lonely part
She like the honey, I never been sweet
It’s been that way, I am not for the streets
I duck my head when it’s time to just sleep
Yeah, she do my homework so she is for keeps

We out at Sheila’s, we gettin' the chicken
We just get to talkin', she tell me she wit it
Ok look in her eyes, I can tell that she finished
Ok send me your addy, I pull up like Christmas

Watchin that time, it just get to tick
Where is you at? I'ma punch me a Tik
Light me this blunt, I do not fuck wit cigs
Borrow my heart, it’s still at the crib

This that groove for the soul
Watchin' my bankrolls, I'm watchin' it grow
It’s gon' take time so I'm steady in mode
Watch who you callin'
Watch who you callin' your bro

I'm out in Poland like Boat
Callin' my phone better watch your tone
Call me your pencil, I'm writing your wrongs
Am I your favorite? You just like my songs

I answer the phone when you callin'
You probably been thinkin' bout problems
I told you, you good and you got it
I got a heart you can borrow
I'm not a regular, uh yeah, civilian, I'm a scholar
She wanna drink in her hand