Sadistik- Virginia Woolf [Remaster]

If I Have a Soul

		Instrumental Prod. By Cousin Ben
		Written and Performed by Smiley Gatmouth


If I Have A Soul

Early Adopted - Song Stealers Ep.1 "Death Of A Friend(s)"
Free DL

Lyrics:

Throw some Nike’s on me
Cover my face with a purple cloak
Lay me down to rest
And let me dream of UFO’s
I’ll preach to you if you need a God,
I need to go
Not the same as you though
Not the same as you folks (look)
Follow the leader
Not a coffin could creep me
You got it all wrong
A lot of you ain’t got enough reading done
Call collect a collegiate,
One of the hundreds of the 1-800 numbers in the daytime
Now she wana’ slide by the crib,
She like, “show me what the bed bout’”
You ain’t really deserving of that 850 thread count
I be sleeping in lotion
Egyptian linen
She wana’ beat
You gotta go
Look, I’ll hold the door for you
See, I enter REM cycles alone
Unless it’s potential to be the one, 
You probably ain’t coming home with me
X’s & O’s to you
That’s how it goes
And when it snows
I’m in my zone
Especially prepping when it inevitably will fall
I had a vision of where I’m at 3 years before
She had a premonition of when our last kiss would be
She was right, how she knew it,
Still a mystery
She liked the psychics
Psyche was tie-dyed
Bit her pink lipstick, bled blue
Her kiss was cyanide (look)
Losing her felt like the death of a friend
Yeah, mine died
Watch the rest of them roll the dice with quinine
Roulette with the fentanyl 
Acting like it won’t get at ya’ll 
There’s no coming back
The Narcan can’t save you
Made a documentary about the place that I’m from
People we knew
21, dead
Send em’ to the angels
Pain in a mother’s heart
One of em’ was my aunt
June 13, 2015 buried her son
I stood on a cemetery hill in Quincy
A few days later, 
Ian Dunphy, R.I.P
My man’s girl tried getting at me on the side
I let him know, he let it slide
But then she does it again
Mind you, she has his kid
He ain’t do nothing bout’ it
What’s the point in telling him?
Of course I don’t fuck with it,
Perspective of a single man
Made it hard to trust people
As equally as it did to trust women (everyone)
And I will surely lose friends for this
But we ain’t really friends unless we both benefit
Started counting on my fingers
Who was there for me
And who in reality is just a person to drink with
I started thinking
You are the average of the 5 people you put yourself around
So I’m out
With nobody with me
So there’s no excuse for not winning
And God as my witness I body it now
Bobby to Whitney
I called it
A lot of ya’ll didn’t want me to get in, I get it
But I did
So how the fuck you feel bout’ that?
Real sour I’m sure
Pick myself out of the dirt
I kept it moving till’ the wheels fell off,
And the calipers burst
What a first
Paid the rent off rap
Still hit mom’s for the wash,
Not the Laundromat
Save the quarters for the tolls
Or a quart of cortisone
Bulldog wrinkle when it’s raw
Baking soda in the sores
And we did it on our own
We record and hit the road
We ain’t make it into stores,
But that never was the goal (look)
Out here just trying to win
So my kids know exactly,
That’s what dad did.

(Cuts)

“Losing her felt like the death of a friend”

“We aint really friends unless we both benefit”

"Death Of A Friend(s)"

Lyrics:

Are you sure?
I need to know
I’m leaving now
Goodbye, here I go
Been in this doorway for days
Dragging my feet 
Hoping I’d hear you say 
“No wait, please stay with me”
Cartoon construction boots stuck to the floor
Pulling nails out like crowbars
Each time I move forward
Every failed attempt, fell on my face
Thought wounds were blemishes,
And head traumas were scrapes
Got myself off the ground, that’s dead weight
If I was logical I would’ve stayed down, that’s just great
No one cares 
Took a while to know that
Took everyone in my life to leave for me to notice
Been keeping photos
Snapshots, I’m focused
Trying my very hardest to hold on to this very moment
I’m not sure how many we have left
I need to learn to shut my mouth
But also not to hold my breath
I’ve been trying to squeeze as many clever words into a sentence,
In case you think that sort of thing’s impressive

I guess you cant’ help how you feel
Every time I try not to, she reappears 
Think I caught a glimpse of what it’s supposed to be like
That’s it, 
How’d you confuse this with real life?
My mistake
Right as rain
I’ll write her name
Like a child
Inside a folder
Hiding it, 
Shy away
From the vibrant scapes
In my mind I have made
A place violets grow and don’t die inside of vases
So evasive
Until my time came 
To pour my heart out,
I poured it down the drain
See, I spilled into the cup she made out of her tiny hands
Slipped through her fingers, drips of what might’ve been
If you love something never let it go
And if you don’t, do 
It’s unfair to hold you
Back from something true
The most selfish thing I ever did was keep someone that was no longer mine
Easier to let it fester than watch her cry
But let her
Swear to God she’ll thank you in time
Hard to be a man when you feel so small
When we take what we have as if that was all,
The world had to give
And you ain’t never gona’ find a diamond if you never dig
Or if you don’t take a second to see it may have not been him
Or her, right in front of your eyes?
But timing’s everything right? And it sure does fly
And it sure will pass
And this will too
And it can heal some, 
But won’t heal all wounds
And it’s been forever and a day
To put it simply,
I don’t see you leaving my mind anytime soon 
I’m saying, it’s been forever and a day
I just hate to think of the rest of them without you

Cuts: “Poured my heart out, poured it down the drain”

“Tiny hands, drips of what might’ve been”

"Death Of A Friend(s)"

Early Adopted

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