Stro - Return Of The Soul lyrics

[Verse 1: Astro] I used to be a nuisance, but they been acting new since The youngin started winnin, my biggest fear is losing This game is kind of stressing, could leave you in the medic That's only if you let it, it's all about them $'s Dollar sign support, what else, eh, speculation Clock the first, but without the second your time is wasted I've been patient-lee kicking, waiting for credit But by the time they give it, it's really like forget it The game ain't fun no more, wack as ever From rugged raw stitching to Givenchy and leathers And everybody docking over nothing Grabbing their surfboards when they hear: 'Yo, yo, the new wave is coming!' I've always been different in this world Never the type of kid to say there is no God After listening to Earl People share opinions like photo's You better put your face in the books, man For it get took and turned into a app When you ain't got no wi-fi Money in your piggybank trying to be fly, huh? But right now it's kind of looking like haza Need rep like Scarface ‘fore I die Okay, I'm reloaded, the chosen one who's reloaded My old mixtapes is still potent I'm off the factor and they still voting So take note and, prepare for return of the soul man [Hook] In the corner of my eye I saw you, you were very high In the corner of my eye I saw you, you were very high [Verse 2: Astro] Aids k**s, word up, respect this, America is dying slowly Keep the k**er bee's close to me, that's what it's s'posed to be Carry the real like groceries, but it's the grade A Trying to get away from these ghetto ways Sugar hill the gang, that paved the way to get us paid So now I'm in the studio working on art If all you listen close and you could see me painting myself in the corner Street life ain't the life to live So I go hard with rap just to make it easy for my kids Communicate through these ad-libs Don't see the big pick, the contact, the dude selling gla**es In the corner, vocals in the beat team up Introduce the air, the emphysema Fame will leave you breathless Media throw shots like catch this Put up walls with asbestos, It could drive you crazy But put gas in your car too Once you made it they get animated like the car too Who's real? Who's not? Sort 'em out, no hits, no hit ups Labels know what I'm talking 'bout Well I guess I'm on my dolo, kick hard flows with soul yall cats Manolo Huh, solo be the logo we in here trying to shine like soul glow, stro [Hook] In the corner of my eye I saw you, you were very high In the corner of my eye I saw you, you were very high