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vrsd & bionic the soul king - cocoa lyrics

[intro: vrsd]
here’s grace, here’s style
here’s days, here’s time
how you like me and my juice, cocoa?
let me take you to my root, cocoa
here’s grace, here’s style
here’s days, here’s time

[verse 1: vrsd]
yo, give me your ears if you care
ugh, i’ve been facing fears, setbacks, and lazy year
i’ve been home, thinking and getting fed
laughing and getting scared
on bionic’s sonic bed, lay feelings that lay me bare
pardon me if i learned wrongly
i learned passion precede purses
then change planes to get popping
anyhow e be, abeg just pay me for my music
cats chat jagbajantis, but bants no be facts
see, all this title yarns dey dusty pass harmattan
and, we are all kings, we don’t have to count the crowns
fruitful and alive, i see me at 65
looking at the grooving city from the blind
drinking a made+in+89 wine with my wife
while i reminisce my sweet youth
mom gave me only fruit juice
when i’m stepped out, i sipped brew
back to my youth, i got water and kush
black sankofa, bird eye is the view
i see beyond the rocks, seas and oceans
beyond the blunts, pills and potions
beyond fame, beyond chains
i carried on tradition and i died a legend
as expected, someone was quoted at my interment:
“hoped to meet you after we heard the news
yesterday i watched your docs and interviews
no lens could ever capture your point of view”
this is humbling but i can’t refute
vrsd is the truth, all days, all praise is due
[hook: vrsd]
how you like me and my juice, cocoa
let me take you to my root, cocoa
like time machine to my past
joyful, struggles, and my pride
what we have i hope it last, cocoa

[verse 2: vrsd]
it’s destiny, i’ve always loved the mic
coulda sworn i’d be a preacher
then the world spun, tryna be the next drogba
now, i kick knowledge in my music, spreading love
giving my stories to the world
thank god for the abilities you gave me
you love sinners, so forgiving
for things i don’t know, you un’stand my demons got me
be like i wan be of the world in my youth
and for you in my grey hair sitting on the pew
don’t blame me, it’s what our fathers do
prolly my cycle ’bout to get circled
but i’m too good to die youthful
you’re so merciful
to make my corpse beautiful
i pray before my consciousness gets reduced
’cause my stubbornness won’t rebuke
the reaper when he wan pluck hin fruit
pray before your consciousness get reduced
your stubbornness can’t rebuke
the reaper when he wan pluck hin fruit
we all got our date with destiny, true

- vrsd bionic the soul king lyrics

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