The Prologue (Bonus Track)

Lyrics
[Chorus] Ugh, bob your head to this Kick back, dim your lights down, reminisce Ugh, close your door, pull your phone out Let it charge, give your mind a massage And zone out, relax Zone out, relax Yo [Verse] They say life has no limit, so put your soul in it Only name you can blame is yours if you don't win it I know you feel cold when it snows and road's winter froze Below zero but your heroes drove in it The ride of life, windows tinted Binder at your side with your goals in it Got 'em Kinko's printed You know the quote, people wonder how we cope We see the glass half full As long as there's some liquor poured in it This is real music, no gimmick What you see's the whole image I'm still the same when the flows finish I don't pop lies like all them all-talk guys who spit hard But outside they're Popeyes with no spinach Y'all say when y'all hear me, you picture afros Back when Michael Jackson had a fat nose, I'm so vintage When them y'all hear lames claiming that they run the game But they're playing in vain like it's a b-ball scrimmage They don't show no penance Y'all can't relate to that, so let me take it back to soul Through the whole four minutes Don't doze in it, you can keep your lids closed But focus your mind on your third eye and open it Yeah, I'm pouring out my heart and I'm hoping it Will be beneficial to your life as your grow in it My emotions are like yours, I'm showing it For you can see you ain't alone in it, that's right Wonder why I'm so positive? Well that's 'cause I gotta give thanks For the permission from God to live I'm sure some can understand why I stand with a plan To try and be a better man than my father is 'Cause when a man won't succeed And can't set an example for his seed It's traumatizing for a lot of kids So I'ma sweat, cry, bleed and do the deeds And make sure I can feed Whoever my future son or daughter is [Chorus] Ugh yeah, bob your head to this Kick back, dim your lights down, reminisce Ugh, close your door, pull your phone out Let it charge, give your mind a massage And zone out, relax Zone out, relax, zone out
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Credits
- Writers
- Solomon Vaughn