Mactay Livinn - I Want Your Soul Lyrics

It's Monday, I'm strapped, An I'm right back outside with it You don't wanna pop out, I feel like
You're hiding But it's okay, tryna catch you, I'm making
The first move But it's kinda lame, I gotta search for you
But it's on sight, know I'm burning you fashoo

I'm skied up in all black, but I want you to see me
I'm dressed for the cameras, I know if they catch me, I'm gon' be on TV
Plus, I'm on parole, so I'm supposed to be back on the curfew
But instead, I'm out tryna murk you You hurt me, I don't wanna hurt you, I want

Your soul, okay Easy to catch you, bitch, I got my ways
Hotbox my whip until you come outside to play
Crazy, I done had to do this same routine for days
But once I burn your face, I feel like everything's gon' be okay

And when those street lights come on And you feel like you're safe and sound
Why does it have to be that way When you can just come outside and play
Now it's your fault that I got demons back controlling me
Up 3 o'clock, plotting your murder, I can't go to sleep

You'll li fee a bop, I blow ha back out, Keep her close to me
Just to get close to you so I can roll you and smoke you like weed
You crazy if you think I'm gon' forgive you for not smoking me
But I'll forgive you if you let me come kiss you wit heat

223s, I just got them from bro and a new Glock 19
Soon as I put you up I'll hit my knees, Allah , forgive me, please
Cause I'm back on that bullshit And you know how I do shit
No, I ain't mean to lose it But it should be understood

Why I smoked him ?Look what he did me
God, I know you're not clueless
And now it's Monday, I'm strapped an I'm right back outside with it
You don't wanna pop out, I feel like you hiding

But it's okay, tryna catch you, I'm making the first move
But it's kinda lame, I gotta search for you, but it's on sight
Know, I'm burning you for sure
I'm skeed up in all black, but I want you to see me

I'm dressed for the cameras, I know if they catch me, I'm gon' be on TV
Plus, I'm on parole, so I'm supposed to be back on the curfew
But instead, I'm out tryna murk you
You hurt me, I don't wanna hurt you, I want your Soul okay

Easy to catch you, bitch, I got my ways
Hotbox my whip until you come outside to play
Crazy, I done had to do the same routine for days
But once I burn your face, I feel like everything's gon' be okay

BITCH