MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE (feat. Lance Skiiiwalker)

Ab-Soul

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    Hey Herb, it's grandma
    I found a scripture and I thought about you
    It says: For what shall it profit a ma
    If he should gain the whole world and lose his own soul?
    Mark 8:36, Herb, I'm prayin' for you, grandma loves you

    I wrote this message especially for you (Heyy, man)
    First they love me, then they hate me, then they love me again
    I'm scratchin' my head, I'm rubbin' my chin
    This ain't the way it was supposed to be
    Supposedly, I'm close to an end
    Don't push me, I'm close to the edge, I'm no rookie
    What happens ahead is a leap of your faith
    You need him to hеar what you see and see what you say
    We gearin' up for somethin' major, you should stay in your lanе

    Try to hydroplane in God's rain, amen
    Just tryna fulfill prophecy properly
    Sprinkle fronto on top of the broccoli
    Gettin' high as we possibly can, I'm more than a man
    That's why I left these holes in my hands
    Hell yeah, I'm still quotin' myself
    The soul is a spirit floatin' in the lyrics, guess I ghostwrote it myself

    Getting loaded to the point I ain't controllin' myself
    Couple grams and I'm on the 'Gram, trollin' myself
    Like get a hold of yourself, gotta get over myself
    Message in a bottle ain't gon' open itself
    I wrote this message especially for
    Ayy, let me hear that one

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    (Now everybody get your hands up high
    If you don't give a fuck, get your hands up high)
    I wrote this message especially for you (Yo)
    First they love me, then they hate me, then they love me again
    I'm scratchin' my head, I'm rubbin' my chin (Yeah)
    This ain't the way it was supposed to be
    Supposedly, I'm close to an end (Nah)
    Don't push me, I'm close to the edge, I'm no rookie (No rookie)
    Ignore what you took me for (Uh-huh)
    In the first place unless it's in first place (Yeah)
    Worst case scenario, this shit stereo burial
    You're very venereal, I'ma set you men straight (Soul)
    Crooked letter O-you-L, real recognize real and I don't know you well
    Yet and still, waters run deep, you better fill your pail (Yeah)
    Your bucket'll get kicked the minute you inhale (Yeah)
    And then you can admit you really live in hell
    They should sift this on digital fish scale (No)
    D-O-P-E, that's slang for what I sling (No)

    Life's a dice game and me and Allah finna TD
    I'm busy rummagin' through government intel (Yeah)
    Staying on top of the subject like a C. C
    This message in a bottle ain't gon open itself (Nah, yeah)
    That's hard, nigga, but you gotta think you been gone like five or six years
    Has TDE missed with signing artists?

    Oh, no, the people that they done signed been doing great
    What, what rap group has ever done that?
    A miss by most standards, ours, no
    The music industry prolly wouldn't say that they hit with Ab-Soul
    (Ayy, ayy, ayy) Yeah, yeah (Mac)

    First they love me, then they hate me, then they love me again
    I'm scratchin' my head, I'm rubbin' my chin
    This ain't the way it was supposed to be
    Supposedly, I'm close to an end
    Don't push me, I'm close to the edge, no rookie
    Bitch, I'm a vet, show some fuckin' respect
    I'm sensitive, I just lost my best friend
    My ego dead, I see no thread
    A million clicks ahead of your penmanship
    Shit, my first demo was on cassette, lil' nigga
    Product of determination, I define the word amazin' (Yeah, yeah-yeah)

    Pastor Black Lip back on that shit
    Don't come to altar call with an altercation
    I've yet to perish, the meat can wait, uh
    The Earth is Herbert's, you don't deserve her
    I set the trap and you eat the bait
    Who will last is a weak debate
    I pray you find peace of mind, mental and physical health and wealth
    Don't be deprived by nothin' or no one else
    A moment with Soul sicker than taking a ghost's picture
    Save a frame on your shelf
    'Cause I just saw myself seein' myself, how I seen myself?
    See for yourself

    This message in a bottle ain't gon open itself
    But, nobody else would say that
    Yeah, the music industry would say that
    Ab is sick, his projects are sick
    Ab-Soul is eclectic, he is sick, he makes unique, different music
    He don't really give a fuck about none of that shit y'all talkin' 'bout
    He just a different nigga, and I think that's why

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    Composición: Miles Franklin, Luca Starz, Johnny Kosich, Jake Kosich, Matt Schaeffer, Herbert Anthony Stevens IV, Lance Howard, Gregory Behr y Phillip Rodrian

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