APOB - Spoonfed Soul lyrics

b**h hold my drink Hold my coat too Its GH Everyday, GH, I do my thing Ain't no way im getting rid of my cold Ironic I got the remedy that spoonfed soul Italicizing the style but the rhymes stay bold I always been an outsider writer my mind stay gold Like ponyboy she said im the only boy On her brain so theres really no sense in her acting coy We on the same plane mentally eventually ill leave her for another Cuz theres way to many women I ain't even discovered yet shiit I ain't even made it out the states Safe to say I could use an escape from NJ To the world R Kelly voice Im a smooth talker good times better rhymes im the young Jimmie walker They try and give me offers I just send em to my moms She skimming thru em later let me know if they cons You sounding more like the rap Kwame Brown not Lebron That's the voice of an AR with your demo in his palm What you know about 60 credits and 60 tracks Skipping cla** I been finishing papers kicking raps No excuses ain't trying to be a ex-Cuse student Im less prudent now im rolling with a fresh movement On the bright side when i write i feel giant hatin n***as looking bitesize don't require compliance im busy being defiant f** being another client Its time to boss up Left foot on my knee crossed up