S.o.C. UltimaVanilla Mix by Trevor Swanier Lyrics
Verse:
I feel apprehensiveness, pensiveness
My mind is in a prison judging my life sentences
Feels like I'm missing it, page after page of frivolous
Penmanship, questioning ways in my sinking ship
Cruel is this, avoidance of choices
Joyous indecisiveness, buoyant resilience
How do I deal with this?
Trials and obstacles, that I feel in my follicles
I get up and then I drive four nautical, miles
Hide behind smiles
I don't know
In my cyclone, I sit and I ponder
Yin and the yang I wander
Hypotheticals what's better for
A nigga like me?
To stay where it's comfortable or to tough it and leave?
My heart on my sleeve, highest of fashion
Senses, senseless, violence, indicative adrenaline
Spiking, primitive
Reliance on imminent writhing, while writing
Nigga, I'm tryin', feels like I'm dyin', tired of cryin'
Damned if I'm hidin'
Hook:
Must I go
Down this road
On this path
On my own?
Must I leave
On this street
Just to be
Away from me?
Verse II:
(I'm)The southern savant the southern poet
My cadence or flow hit
Precision
Ghetto symphony sings to me
The harmony, induces sleep, or
Pardon me, induces the deep, the REM of biology
Mental economy, rich, but cursed with dichotomy
It's not what it seems to be, It's often apologies for being me
And living with perpetual chip on my sleeve, or shoulder, whenever I'm sober
Oh how it hurts
Oh how it encapsulates the rhythm
Oh how it moves to the tempo of, my own venom
Coursing abstract, S.o.C
Stream of consciousness, flows
Shift it drop it and go
Just like pick and roll
Forever the loner
Loaning out my heart to wolves in sheep's garments
I never notice differences so I keep farming
Mentally taxing me so they keep chargin'
It's pushing my farthings, farther and farther, like fathers
Hook
Verse III:
(ok)
I double back, and don't relax, my mental lapse, is runnin', laps, around the facts, in structured raps, God. (God)
It seems, to me, my subtleties, are substitutes with energy, Acknowledging my empathy, Frauds, (Frauds)
Come to I, with with suit and tie, then look in eye, proceed to lie
And wonder, why my soul stays gone, (Gone)
My energy is heavenly, and positively serpentine
No wonder why my head stays on a swivel
Do you wanna be important lots or only little?
Do you wanna spend your life in charge or second fiddle?
Come to me a problem seed, I plant with wisdom spawn a tree
And guide you to infinity
I need to leave, my head agrees, my heart declines and beckons me, To find the peace, I found release, in artistry, and farther being
Now I breathe
Hook 2X
Outro:
I go front back left right, just me, 2X
I go up down left right, just me, 2X
Just me alone
I feel apprehensiveness, pensiveness
My mind is in a prison judging my life sentences
Feels like I'm missing it, page after page of frivolous
Penmanship, questioning ways in my sinking ship
Cruel is this, avoidance of choices
Joyous indecisiveness, buoyant resilience
How do I deal with this?
Trials and obstacles, that I feel in my follicles
I get up and then I drive four nautical, miles
Hide behind smiles
I don't know
In my cyclone, I sit and I ponder
Yin and the yang I wander
Hypotheticals what's better for
A nigga like me?
To stay where it's comfortable or to tough it and leave?
My heart on my sleeve, highest of fashion
Senses, senseless, violence, indicative adrenaline
Spiking, primitive
Reliance on imminent writhing, while writing
Nigga, I'm tryin', feels like I'm dyin', tired of cryin'
Damned if I'm hidin'
Hook:
Must I go
Down this road
On this path
On my own?
Must I leave
On this street
Just to be
Away from me?
Verse II:
(I'm)The southern savant the southern poet
My cadence or flow hit
Precision
Ghetto symphony sings to me
The harmony, induces sleep, or
Pardon me, induces the deep, the REM of biology
Mental economy, rich, but cursed with dichotomy
It's not what it seems to be, It's often apologies for being me
And living with perpetual chip on my sleeve, or shoulder, whenever I'm sober
Oh how it hurts
Oh how it encapsulates the rhythm
Oh how it moves to the tempo of, my own venom
Coursing abstract, S.o.C
Stream of consciousness, flows
Shift it drop it and go
Just like pick and roll
Forever the loner
Loaning out my heart to wolves in sheep's garments
I never notice differences so I keep farming
Mentally taxing me so they keep chargin'
It's pushing my farthings, farther and farther, like fathers
Hook
Verse III:
(ok)
I double back, and don't relax, my mental lapse, is runnin', laps, around the facts, in structured raps, God. (God)
It seems, to me, my subtleties, are substitutes with energy, Acknowledging my empathy, Frauds, (Frauds)
Come to I, with with suit and tie, then look in eye, proceed to lie
And wonder, why my soul stays gone, (Gone)
My energy is heavenly, and positively serpentine
No wonder why my head stays on a swivel
Do you wanna be important lots or only little?
Do you wanna spend your life in charge or second fiddle?
Come to me a problem seed, I plant with wisdom spawn a tree
And guide you to infinity
I need to leave, my head agrees, my heart declines and beckons me, To find the peace, I found release, in artistry, and farther being
Now I breathe
Hook 2X
Outro:
I go front back left right, just me, 2X
I go up down left right, just me, 2X
Just me alone