Tell Me How To Live (Single Release):

- Explicit Original Version
- Radio Edit Version

Tell Me How To Live

//Music//
All music and lyrics written, performed, recorded, produced, and mixed by Soul Poet (acoustic guitar, bass, violins, violas, keys, vocals, etc.)

Mastered by Chris Gehringer at Sterling Sound.

//Lyrics//

Tell me how to live
Tell me how to live
All these m***** f****** wanna
Tell me how to live

Get up in my head
Calling me the -ish
But the truth is
M***** f***** I'm the shit

Don't tell me how to live
Don't tell me how to live
Get up in my head 
Try and f*** around with it

Wind up full of lead, fat lip in a ditch
And keep ya hands out my pockets
Don't you ever touch my bitch, nah

Don't tell me how to live my life whoa
Don't tell me how to spend my time, no

I stand as a testament 
No second guessing it
First I'm projecting it
Then I'm accepting it, yeah

I put all my best in it
All of my chest in it
Yeah, yeah

Let's go make a mess with this
Yeah, yeah
I'm so f***** blessed with this

Don't tell me how to live
Tell me how to live
Why you m***** f****** gotta' 
Tell me how to live?

Get up in my head
Calling me the -ish
But the truth is
M***** f***** I'm the shit

Don't tell me how to live
Don't tell me how to live
Get up in my head 
Try and f*** around with it

Ya wind up full of lead, fat lip in a ditch
And keep ya hands out my pockets
Don't you ever touch my bitch, nah

I'm making music for generations
To take in and use it for celebrations
Yeah, 'cause I'm on another plane  baby
First class with a phat ass calling my name baby

If it's a hit, not a miss, then it smashes
Smackin' all the people up when they smashin'
Talkin' trash, listen bitch, I'm not trashin'
Make a beat, bring the heat, then cash in

Tell me how to live
Tell me how to live
All these m***** f****** wanna
Tell me how to live

Get up in my head
They calling me the -ish
But the truth is
M***** f***** I'm the shit

Don't tell me how to live
Don't tell me how to live
Get up in my head 
Try and f*** around with it

Wind up full of lead, fat lip in a ditch
And keep ya hands out my pockets
Don't you ever touch my bitch, nah

Don't tell me how to live my life whoa
Don't tell me how to spend my time, no

I stand as a testament 
No second guessing it
First I'm projecting it
Then I'm accepting it, yeah

I put all my best in it
All of my chest in it
Yeah, yeah whoa

Let's go make a mess with this
Yeah, yeah
I'm so f***** blessed with this

I'm so f***** blessed with this
I put all of my best in this
Yeah

/Music//
All music and lyrics written, performed, recorded, produced, and mixed by Soul Poet (acoustic guitar, bass, violins, violas, keys, vocals, etc.)

Mastered by Chris Gehringer at Sterling Sound.

//Lyrics//

Tell me how to live
Tell me how to live
All these m***** f****** wanna
Tell me how to live

Get up in my head
Calling me the -ish
But the truth is
M***** f***** I'm the s***

Don't tell me how to live
Don't tell me how to live
Get up in my head
Try and f*** around with it

Wind up full of lead, fat lip in a ditch
And keep ya hands out my pockets
Don't you ever touch my b****, nah

Don't tell me how to live my life whoa
Don't tell me how to spend my time, no

I stand as a testament
No second guessing it
First I'm projecting it
Then I'm accepting it, yeah

I put all my best in it
All of my chest in it
Yeah, yeah

Let's go make a mess with this
Yeah, yeah
I'm so f***** blessed with this

Don't tell me how to live
Tell me how to live
Why you m***** f****** gotta'
Tell me how to live?

Get up in my head
Calling me the -ish
But the truth is
M***** f***** I'm the s***

Don't tell me how to live
Don't tell me how to live
Get up in my head
Try and f*** around with it

Ya wind up full of lead, fat lip in a ditch
And keep ya hands out my pockets
Don't you ever touch my b****, nah

I'm making music for generations
To take in and use it for celebrations
Yeah, 'cause I'm on another plane baby
First class with a phat a** calling my name baby

If it's a hit, not a miss, then it smashes
Smackin' all the people up when they smashin'
Talkin' trash, listen b****, I'm not trashin'
Make a beat, bring the heat, then cash in

Tell me how to live
Tell me how to live
All these m***** f****** wanna
Tell me how to live

Get up in my head
They calling me the -ish
But the truth is
M***** f***** I'm the s***

Don't tell me how to live
Don't tell me how to live
Get up in my head
Try and f*** around with it

Wind up full of lead, fat lip in a ditch
And keep ya hands out my pockets
Don't you ever touch my b****, nah

Don't tell me how to live my life whoa
Don't tell me how to spend my time, no

I stand as a testament
No second guessing it
First I'm projecting it
Then I'm accepting it, yeah

I put all my best in it
All of my chest in it
Yeah, yeah whoa

Let's go make a mess with this
Yeah, yeah
I'm so f***** blessed with this

I'm so f***** blessed with this
I put all of my best in this
Yeah

Tell Me How To Live (Radio Edit)

Soul Poet // (soul po•et)  /sōl ˈpōət/  noun
1 of 1 - American singer, musician and composer who blends and defies genres with equal parts attitude and gratitude. 

Soul Poet creates a modern sound but performs and sings all of the music himself.  As a highly-skilled musician, Soul Poet plays violin, guitar, bass, mandolin, viola, electric violins, keys, drums, and produces all his own music by multi-tracking in the studio.  Vocally, he is uniquely mainstream with a wide range in pitch and delivery.

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