Romil - Liquid Soul lyrics

[Verse 1: Quiet Luke] I'm not fearless I just make my fear less by facing it And facing it, you facing it The face of a generation with no patience For sorry old souls trying to dull all of our radiance I ain't the son of God, but I'm the sun of God And though my light shine bright I'm an underdog Truthfully we all got a glow, but if we don't grow we won't show it The stoned, stoic, lone, poet found his way at last.. found my way at last Came a long way from weighing the gra** Back when I said I was the one man they said that it was dumb All the attention I paid in the cla** That's ironic, flow faster than Sonic A flowmaster I'm on it with flows that are iconic, so Pa** the bubonic we trying to celebrate here Cause in my sonic heaven we can levitate here, forever [Hook: Quiet Luke] I hear the song and can fly like an eagle Something 'bout it seems regal Told my mama we gon' be like the Beatles She said "Baby I believe you... I just don't even know how" I said, "By pouring my soul out" She asked me, "How do you go 'bout that?" "Mama," I said, "I already know how" [Verse 2: Dom McLennon] American dreamer dreamin of simpler times A denizen's demeanor, searching for the sweeter life The nicer things, outside of possessions & acclimations Obligations turn into accusations and confrontations So I keep it positive and just expect nothin Summoning provocative topics to cut a discussion It's a wall between my dreams, I'm punchin and f**in punchin I punch-in and f**in punch-in, while punchin and f**in punchin Hopin somebody f**in hears me Writin songs, smoking blunts in a f**in D.A.R.E tee My own potential scares me, thoughts on Kilimanjaro Out of my mind, head in the clouds, I'll see you tomorrow Line after line, verse after verse Feature after feature, hearse after hearse Just a figment of growing out in the open I came a long way from being so mentally broken [Verse 3: Quiet Luke] Slow down baby girl You're still so young Young, young (x 2) [Hook: Quiet Luke] I hear the song and can fly like an eagle Something 'bout it seems regal Told my mama we gon' be like the Beatles She said "Baby I believe you... I just don't even know how" I said, "By pouring my soul out" She asked me, "How do you go 'bout that?" "Mama," I said, "I already know how"