Soulmates & Strippers (Wait For It) - Chillinit

Tryna find soul in a soulmate

Lookin' at the clocks like Coldplay

Ain’t Barbie but still wanna roleplay

Black dress, blonde hair and a doll face (Like yeah)

She don’t even wanna slide, tell me, what is on your mind?

Baby girl, keep it aside, baby girl, we never lie

Baby girl, just pick a side (Yeah)

I still remember your love and your laugh at the shots of Patron

Buy you the bag, now you go get the bag

And you shop on your own

Provided before you could buy it, but now you be walking alone

You sleepin', you left me in pieces

That’s why I been blocking your phone

Let’s be honest, girl, I’m never honest

I’mma pop a bottle till the pain away

Break every promise that I’d ever promise you

That’s a promise that I’ll never break

2Pac on my CD bumping, looking for a better day

My girl is worried 'bout me dying on the road

Man, some things will never change

Now they put me for the cover

Now I’m looking at my brother

Now I’m grinding like no other

It’s my life, I fucking love it

Feel like we stuck on the same page

Baby, we ain’t on the same book

Feel like I struggled to make change

Baby, don’t give me that same look

Went from a couple of G’s to half-pounds

In a glasshouse passed in a couple of weeks

And these days, I’ve been struggling to breathe

Because I don’t get nothin' for free, so let my brother be free

You can’t harm me, five racks in a Giorgio Armani

Classy, ride round in a Class C

Medusa’s head like Versace

Party, bullshit, I don’t need half of the bullshit

I drive through with the drive-through

And now I laugh at your bullshit like

Don’t look back and regret, still not catching my breath

And my actions reflect the heartbreak

I had the neglect to block that, the cash and the cheque

And I drown my pain in the money and smoke

Chase my pays and my brothers ain’t broke

Raised like that so my brothers don’t show

All the pain like that, so my brothers don’t know

Tryna find soul in a soulmate

Lookin' at the clocks like Coldplay

Ain’t Barbie but still wanna roleplay

Black dress, blonde hair and a doll face

Heavy with the flow

I ain’t really ever check a message on my phone

Tryna get the cheddar from my seven-figure quote

But I’m thinking it’d be better if we get it on our own

I just threw a party over at Versace

Tell them get the bar full of Henny and Patron

Now I’m in the car seat, telling her the password

Giving me a second 'cause I better be alone

Heartbeat, I don’t really know if it’s the devil or the coke

Why they wanna start me?

Why they wanna harm me?

I don’t give a fuck, bruh, I’m never gonna know

You just gotta ask me, I’ve been going hard, G

I’mma get the cheddar just to get a better home

Yeah, I said it, I’m the GOAT, I said it, I’m the GOAT

Like fuck me, ladies, rack on rack in a Rangie

KD, my Achilles strong

The streets peak and my heat is on, I go AC

With ya milli, we rock a dope AP

Roll with the X, I watch your bro rate me

Rolex, Saint Laurent, we so hasty

Yeah, but I want ya, dog, you don’t phase me

I be sticking to the facts, I got shivers in a pack

She got some chron and they want it

No problem, 'cause I got scissors in my dacks

Pretty women on my lap

I learned that there’s more to life

Now all of these labels fall to the table

What they want for recording rights?

I tell 'em I got signed with a pen

Telling all my brothers we can ride to the end

I be on a pathway till I see my last day

Me and all my brothers, we can ride to the death

Marijuana halfway, Ariana Grande’s

Looking like a model having lines on her chest

Baby, if you can’t pay, use a credit card, babe

Louis Vuitton, I’m gonna buy (Haha, fuck off)

I got a whole reefer to slang

Kickin' a goal, see me go bang

Homie, if you ain’t be comin' with money

And kush we can roll, homie, don’t hang

I got a whole reefer to slang

Kickin' a goal, see me go bang

Homie, if you ain’t be comin' with money

And kush I can, kush I can, kush I can

Homeboy said he got good smoke

But the OGs went through the herb in an hour

Homeboy said he got good coke

Then he shows me a bag of detergent and powder

Chopped it up, then robbed the cunt

We gave head to his best friend’s girl in the shower

And people swear we only smoke diesel

It’s lethal, it’s probably why the herb’s all sour

(Switch it up) See ya later, beast creator

Freak of nature, weed and vapours

Sweet in flavour, chopped up when I block past

Like I move E for the credit, forget it

We don’t keep the razor, treat inhaler

Cruise like Tom on a top gun when I rock one

Catch air with a deep inhale, go

Everybody needs a favour, not me

Joey Johns ounce, get half back

I got lit from the fumes on the road

Yeah, I been 'round from the start, like

I’m the origin, Blues and Maroons

Females on a lorry like Daley

I’m going crazy in a room with the blow

With a Q and a O and a doob and a smoke

And the hotel staff too stupid to know

You got some, then I got one

Mark Waugh, last ball, we do not run

Drop one, Shane Warne when he got spun

Flip him one, I bounce to the ball, I was off stump

Now Chill’s out, better chill out

Get a off-cut from the field now

Blue hairs on the bud like Milhouse

Welcome to The Octagon, we go rahh