Gee Threee - Soul Serenade

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I ain't that same KiD
No more
But you already
Knew that

Second coming crucial
Doper than dope
Mixed with cuticles
Oops I mean
The ceuticals
Either way
There some dirt
In them cuticles
I'm on go
Four wheel cubicle
These ain't Crocs
Black Jesus sandals
I done seen
Long ago bullshit
Currently needs canceling
Difference when
You letting water slide
When these
Tricks running a
Theme park
Off the gas
Ain't no keep up
Around this bitch
Looking at this
Rap game
Smelling like bitch
Ain't no
One on one
Quick to grab a gun
Y'all so WWE
Can't take a punch
Nothing but grey sheep
And white sheets
I see blues
For the man
That be pushing
Modern day peace
Nip
Only Ls
I took is weight
And sleep
No need to
Attach grief
When a nigga speak
All that game you learn
Ain't for everyone
To teach
Can't lead no example
If it didn't start
From a seed
Other environments
Either for
Better or worse
Birth and death
Got the same hurt
Buried the old me
That's why I'm
Tay K crazy
With the bars
On my come up
Like I'm doing
The race
Tell them backseat drivers
Shut the fuck up
Play some music
Split the guts
Curl the toes
And light a Dutch
Supreme Zippo
Boy I'm feeling dapper
Not your average fucking rapper

I'm not your average
Fucking rapper
What he said
I don't bring
No hook
Or no lyricist
I bring my soul

Bitch I'm Three
Bitch I'm Three
Bitch I'm Three

You mothafuckas
Don't know me

Not Enough Blues
Not Enough Blues
Not Enough Blues

Not enough not enough
I hope you mothafuckas
Hear me now
It's clear as day bitch
I'm here to stay hoe
But I'm really here
To get my point clear
All these prayers
All these blessings
That've been put
Over me
God is real
Y'all just ain't
Woke the fuck up yet

Written by:
Gee Three

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