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soul the mojo - pick up lines/ messin' with bill lyrics

i’m not usually this type of guy but
i seen you see me peep you as i walked by
whole d-mn time i contemplated locking your eyes
and watch them flood with surprise while i give you this
sorry, i’m a little nervous

[hook 1: soul]
use my wits just to justify a kiss
just defy the misses
this chick here got me trippin

[verse 1: soul]
aye
i seen you
peep me from across the way
the weather is grey
still debate on whether i should say
the vague
i’m tryna make you bae, but hey
i’m not the one to be pulling syllables
just thinking cynical
however unoriginal
the sp-ce on this bridge is limited
how i’m sp-ced out, and feeling it
the words spray infinite
just might
fall out of room
and fall in the bay, aye wait

[hook 1]

[verse 2: soul]
i kissed you and you liked it
let me try a bite then
entcing
got me writing poems, i don’t like pens
but i’ll lock you up for life where the lights dim
i’ve got a wife but slim will fight the case and just might win
this is when her lips went tight and eyes turned steel
the will is real, fareal
i continued on still
then she flashed her social profile and guess what’s it’s filled with
this bill b-tch

(don’t mess with bill)

[hook 2: doc awk]
old soul the phantom limb
handling handles, changing channels through channeling

[verse 3: doc awk]
how could i not mess with bill
when i’m the least tipped mc
the mastercard is real
my nanites is ill
get it? sick on steel wheels
sl!ck from fingers missing that still feel real
force a force field through both ears
for at least light years
the tightest writer without a right
or right pair
leave keyboards confused as sh-t
accused of it
go ahead and name it
i’ll tell you how the frame went
in vegas
for your fingerprint to work i might need my fl-ng-s
put my nose on the scanner like
tuh, you almost had me
pat me on my back as i leave
slide on the driving gloves and roll down my sleeves
and breeze through the leaves

[hook 2]

[verse 4: doc awk]
old soul the phantom limb
hitting threes, gripping jeans with just elbows and knees
check your psych book, i’m in the back of it
but telepathy still totally inaccurate
functioning telekenitc, guess i kinda get it
from my momma
i’m armored and honored
like a knight anointed in mana
a conner of four foes to fight mono y mono
all the while
smoke a blunt cowboy style
the boy wild but it’s been a while
wow

- soul the mojo lyrics

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