J Dilla - Souls and Substance lyrics

[Intro] [Hook: Phil Bank$] Don't sell, your soul, to fall in love (repeat 4x) [Verse 1] Burberry London cologne, that be my fragrance, Orange soda crush a lot like I was a kid Guess, ladies love me music like it was some s** sh** n***as tryna grip up on my mic like it was addictive Detective Sherlock Holmes couldn't even guess the essence I don't got to ball like Jeremy for my Lens to be corrective Screw the vision like R.I.P, to Pimp C and Jay Dee since I'm flowing on the beat Just tryna sail my soul, not tryna sell my soul Seems like I'm looking for love at the wrong Cornerstore Can't block the emotion, 'cus when it rains it pours Spend 50 cent on umbrella eye lashes when your eyes they pour Proton the positivity, looking like you did electrons wrong when you shot for that Jay Still rocking bucket hats like it's back in the day [Hook] [Verse 2] We used to kick it at the corner store just laying over If strawberry milk could get you high then n***a I wasn't sober Waiting on lil mama's with their mama's body to stop and notice Chick named Olivia, looking at me, got me feeling like POTUS And all my homies high, you would think that they were on d** Super Saturdays, after school, cartoons, blasting those new subs Used to always be that one girl that couldn't wait to give you a hug But I was stuck up in my ignorance We never hit it off, I mean, granted I was 6 and she was 16 I think I had a chance, my superpowers mean My underwear were clean, and my nose was snotty [Hook] Everybody's somebody's everything.... Nobody's nothing (Some people are nothing.... Nah, I'm playing)