T.B.O_SA - All The Above lyrics

T.B.O_SA - All The Above [Intro] Ayyy... Ehhhh Nahh nahh nahh nahh nahh [Verse 1] My n***a I'm still here Chilling with the coolest.. I'm the realest ,sleep away my night mares (my nightmares) Relax,calm down exhale I'm the man of the year... Been sober for a week now I gotta end this streak with a beer No body really cares...ayy Nobody really cares that I'm better than These demons that take over souls its a war that I'm battling Hypocrite..calling myself a christian when I know I got a hoe that lets me stick it in Take it slow...do it quick..either way I slaughter p**y I keep damaging Sometimes I even leave it in.. Say It don't really matter where you been My conscience Is clean,I got lyrics that pop spleens I've been keen to stab you in the throat like I know you losing hope Adding salt to your wounds...rub it in My girl telling me I'm at a dead end I'm about to lose my conscience when I follow trends I'm losing all my friends till the very end But they always there when I'm cashing in See.. Its confusing, this Music is lucid ,I'm grateful Spending more time that I paid for Former President is all up on them bank notes Ironic, I'm full of life but after dead notes I feel at home,In a zone but I gotta go... (but I gotta go...) I feel at home,In a zone but I gotta go... I always pray that T.B.O brings back a better flow [Hook] My n***a I'm grateful... for all the above My n***a I'm grateful... for all the above My n***a I'm grateful... for all the above [Verse 2] I got a lil inspiration, I think I gotta prove my own life Kinda life that's got me harder than depression, but I face it And when the going gets tougher and the bread dries quicker , no food my n***a there's no complaining And when you gotta make a living off the oxygen you breathe in,give thanks ..your a man in the making And when it gets all funny and you get that money,stay humble coz the rands goin' break yah Loving my momma though... I love the way she told me to keep my ego low I love her she made all the seeds in my garden grow I'm hoping I soon bless her with designer clothes Stick to the plan,T.B.O ain't like no other man I'm different,you don't understand I got lyrical glands..and they won't stop working till the mic stops working and my pockets expand I'm planning on getting land Food for thought..I'm planting my own thought I thought thinking would help me reach your thoughts If thot thinking is soft... then A finer woman might just pay the cost of pleasure till my stiff phallus is soft Till my mind ease off..I'll be in the prayer with God, I hope he don't let me flop... I'll be with God until, til dot dot dot (...) ( WAIT YOL THOUGH HE WAS GONE?) ..f** That lemme rip their minds open I'm a beast Been kinda hoping you release your inner peace,leaving these swines squirting n***a See my soul is hard to seek... What I seek is hard to believe.. I believe, its hard to repeat I repeat, Its hard to believe And I think I pleasure the beat And now tell em' I run this sh** with my soul under my feet n***a See my soul is hard to seek... What I seek is hard to believe.. I believe, its hard to repeat I repeat, Its hard to believe And I think I pleasure the beat.. Tell em' I run this sh** with my soul under my feet n***a! [outro] Ehhhh Nahh nahh nahh nahh nahh