Soul the Mojo - Pick Up Lines/ Messin' With Bill lyrics

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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 damn 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 space on this bridge is limited How I'm spaced 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**h (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 Slick 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** 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 flanges 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