The Vice Owl - Soul Food Lyrics

She make enough spend it all on drugs
She make enough spend it all on drugs
Then she feel hella love
For the boys
Cuz her bottles on the boys tables
Don't you ever come say to me that I
Feed her vices cuz i don't
Even if I could I won't
Meanwhile I'm gonna take her for a spin
And I Promise we won't sin again

Do you feel that in your soul?
Do you have a f*cking soul?
Do you feel that in your soul?
Do you have a f*cking soul?

Yeah
Where did we go?
Somewhere on earth
But you bet your ass we go to mars
Before Elon did
Oh we were so gone
So long
Shot ourselves right outta earth
Didn't need space ex
But we had a bunch of space sex
Didn't even wear latex
I think I heard babies
I must be tripping balls
Or are these blotter tabs making me see what the future holds
Feel rich by night
Only to have a hole in our pockets by next mornin
The cycle repeats
We go in circles pointlessly
We see in fours when we're squared out
Then back to where we begun
Mourning our losses
Moaning in her bosses office
Weed smoke coughin
Losing our voices
Vision a coffin
Mission was the profit
We keep changing our object
Liquidate our cash we sip it
Compensate the pain with more poison
Cabinets galore with bottles

Do you feel that in your soul
Do you have a f*ckin soul
Do you feel that in your soul
Do you have a f*ckin soul

My god these lights piercing my eyes
Mask on my slights here is a new disguise
Basking in the strobe lights
Calling up the hotline
Call in for the snot lines
Heating up the pipelines
Bygone three lines you can see it through my eyes
Lust on my mind it's a true paradise
Bastards makin more likes
Halluci-nights giving answers to life
Halluci-mind makin up answers to life
Beating rapid to a flatline
Like OD Mia
I Might not wake up
An anti climax
Yet I'm hypnotised