Ab-Soul Portishead In The Morning /// HER World

[Portishead In The Morning]

“Light from the brightest supernova of the 20th century reaches Earth from 168,000 light-years away. At the University of Toronto’s observatory in the foothills of the Andes mountains, 30-year-old astronomer Ian Shelton was looking at photographic plates in the wee hours of Feb. 24, while listening to Pink Floyd‘s The Wall. The plates covered an area near the Large Magellanic Cloud, when he spotted an exceptionally bright spot”

I’m the brightest silver lining

‘Cause I’m the brightest silver lining

Don’t make, make me take my life back

Demigod with a record deal

Everything’s puny to me, you a newbie

I’m from Niburu, microphone check 1, 2, 3

Master of ceremony no matter the territory, I’m cozy

Oz a OG, my brain playing ring around the rosy

The fried egg in my head defies science

I’m Bill Nye, going to great heights to stay the highest

Call me Soulo hoe the prophet, but do you really comprehend it?

Is it prophet meaning messenger, or prophet meaning expenses?

Pick it… ah, forget it

I’m the brightest silver lining

‘Cause I’m the brightest silver lining

Don’t make, make me take my life back

“When he walked outside the observatory”

The philosopher getting stoned

It’s no doubt in my mind I found the philosopher’s stone

Thought these were just songs that I write? You’re wrong

Move my mouth and move a mountain with ease as well

Dead ass, I’ma live forever like the HeLa cell

My nigga [?] said “Ab you a genius but you gotta go stupid

Sometimes in order to win you gotta lose it”

My goal was to hit the hitters to glitches in the system

Do we really want to go to heaven? Ain’t no bitches mentioned (this is a man’s world)

I ain’t a sexist, I enlighten sisters too

Oh yes, it’s Bohemian Grove baby, not groove

One time for the women, two times…

I’m from another galaxy, I’m actually an android

Look me up on your galaxies and your androids

The devil was created, he is not a creator

And energy can neither be created or destroyed

It’s YMF nigga, YMF nigga

If I ain’t the messiah, I’m a mess nigga

YMF nigga, YMF nigga

If I ain’t the messiah, I’m the brightest silver lining

I’m the brightest silver lining

I’m the brightest silver lining

Don’t make, make me take my life back

“That spot did turn out to be supernova 1987A. When he walked outside the observatory, the object was visible to the naked eye. The plates covered an area near the Large Magellanic Cloud, when he spotted an exceptionally bright spot”

[HER World]

She’s got the whole world in her hands

She’s got the whole world in her hands

She’s got the whole world in her hands

She’s got the whole world in her hands

She’s got the whole world in her hands

She’s got the whole world in her hands

Ay man, there’s more than one reason why there is only one

Remember that first or end before you’ve begun

I rhyme like I’m God’s only begotten son

She so loved the world she gave Soul the world

That’s why I just have fun, and use my third eye like I just had one

God gotta be a thot, the blood from your erection come from your brain and your feet, so you can’ think and you can’t run

Ab-Soul D.R.U.G.S.

[Ab-Soul & Mac Miller:]

I can’t help myself, I think I need some help

I can’t help myself, I think I need some help

I can’t help myself, I think I need some help

I say I love my mama, Lord knows I does

I love my family, my cousins, that’s my blood

I love this music, it come from up above

I love my niggas and I love my bitches

I love everybody that’s listenin’

If you rich or poor, so what?

The whole world we livin’ in

Everything that’s livin’ in it

Trees down to the bugs

Can’t forget about my plug

‘Cause last but not least I love drugs

I love drugs

I can’t help myself, I think I need some help

I can’t help myself, I think I need some help

[Ab-Soul:]

They say the apple don’t fall far from the tree

Apple a day, it keep the doctors away

I wonder if my father got more faded than me

But I can’t ask him, ’cause the doctors couldn’t save him, baby

My mama clean as holy water, hallelujah

We total opposites, I’m dirty as this Fanta mix

We Qualitesters, we can’t find no Hi-Tech, I ain’t lyin’, nigga

Act stashed on the low for the high, nigga

Whole squad full of them codeine fiends

OG by the OZ, and I still owe the weed man down the street

Monster magic off them Xannies, I might have me one

Mix it with the syrup, Perc’ on top of that

Then I’ll be numb, if I don’t wake up, tell ’em…

I love my mama, Lord knows I does

I love my family, my cousins, that’s my blood

I love this music, it come from up above

I love my niggas and I love my bitches

I love everybody that’s listenin’

If you rich or poor, so what?

I love the whole world we livin’ in

And everything that’s livin’ in it

From the trees down to the bugs

Can’t forget about my plug

‘Cause last but not least I love drugs

Last but not least I love drugs

(Purple still comin’ in)

Molly got me rollin’, got me rollin’, nigga

I got the sniffles, need a box of tissues (Blow it!)

I got some issues, I ain’t talkin’ about a newspaper

Talkin’ about the issues that come with this new paper

My new bitch in the next room in the nude, nigga

Broad day, blinds open—see the view, nigga?

Cornea, so scarred can’t look myself up in the eyes

But if I could I would say: “Who is you, nigga?!”

What’s become of Herb III’s son?

Wasn’t for these abortions I’d probably be on my third son

That was they decision, for the record

Just clearin’ my conscience

That don’t make it better, nigga

You know I know better, nigga

[Ab-Soul & Mac Miller:]

I love my mama, Lord knows I does

I love my family, my cousins, that’s my blood

I love this music, it come from up above

I love my niggas and I love my bitches

I love everybody that’s listenin’

If you rich or poor, so what?

I love the whole world we livin’ in

And everything that’s livin’ in it

From the trees down to the bugs

Can’t forget about my plug

‘Cause last but not least I love drugs

Last but not least I love drugs

I can’t help myself, I think I need some help

I can’t help myself, I think I need some help

You ain’t never seen a junky so fresh

You ain’t never seen a junky so fresh

Think I need some help

You ain’t never seen a junky so fresh

You ain’t never seen a junky so fresh, so fresh, no

I think I need some help

Junky so fresh

You ain’t never seen a junky so fresh, so fresh, no

I think I need some help

I love my mama

You ain’t never seen a junky so fresh, so fresh

You ain’t never seen a junky

Lords knows I does

I think I need some help, I need some help

I love my mama

I need some help, I need some help

Lord knows I does

Can you go find me some help?

(That’s what I’m sayin’. That’s why you don’t need a Xan, cuz. I said time flies… Didn’t you hear what I said? I said time flies. Time flies, love fades… Goddamn, man!)

[Ab-Soul:]

Married to marijuana, addicted to cigarettes

Codeine’s my concubine, cocaine confidant

Adderall Admiral, absolutely, give Danny credit

Perc’ 30 flow, exactly how Saudi said it

Season pass to Xanny land, Hennessy in my piss

Can’t forget I’m psychic off them psychedelics

And for the kids lookin’ up to me for what I’ve seen

No, I don’t need any of these things to do anything

Soul

All my brethren, I pray for your mercy

And that you alleviate my pain

You that dwell in the glory of God

Listen to the sufferance of this

Your humble servant

Grant me health, well-being, and happiness

Amen

Ab-Soul #LTM

[Intro: Angela McClosky]

I brought you something close to me

And left with something new

See through your head

You haunt my dreams

Nothing to do but believe

Just believe

[Verse: Ab-Soul]

And please don’t confuse me with dog, I’m different

Long Term Mentality, still remember them cheap wood benches

How could I ever forget, I never could get

How niggas couldn’t get up and get all they could get

Man I done seen a thing or two of things that she or he will do

To fit in with each other nitpicking at each other

Killing each other, bringing each other down

Crustations in a bucket, fuck it

Roll your windows down in your bucket, play this loud

Soul brother number fucking two

My time on these 1’s and 2’s

I’m on this track like running shoes

I dedicate this one to Cletus Anderson for working harder than the average man

Or bend over backwards for his family

Doing whatever is you ask for him

Shit, I know he fucking tired

He should be somewhere retired

Still trying, bills still due

And between me and you until we get a mill

Life smells like mildew

[Hook: Ab-Soul and Pat Brown]

Long term (This is long term!)

Long term (I’ll help you suckas, cause I take it long term)

Long term (I came, I saw, and conquered)

Mentality, mentality, long term (And it’s an honor)

Long term (To share this with you, wait no longer)

Long term (Mother fucker this is long term)

Mentality, mentality, long term

Ab-Soul Lust Demons

[Intro: BJ the Chicago Kid (and Ab-Soul)]

Your body’s calling

Your body’s calling

(Gimme some of that, gimme some of that that)

Your body’s calling

Your body’s calling

(Me) Your body’s calling

Your body’s calling

(Gimme some of that, gimme some of that that)

Your body’s calling

Your body’s calling me

[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]

Alright, I know what you like, I know what you want

I know what you need, I know how to put you out your misery

A-B (dash) S-o-u-l

Infinity when it comes to the possibilities

Anytime you’re in my vicinity

And I’ll beat it, yeah I’ll beat it up, yeah I’ll beat it up

Just like it’s my enemy, all night

I can’t resist, I need it like my pancreas

If you dismiss and no give me kiss kiss, it’ll be hard digesting it

Gimme some of that, gimme some of that

That sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff

Back it up til a nigga say that’s enough

Mirror on the ceiling, everything looking up

Sweetie, I’m trying to get it in like a suite key

Your skin like sweet tea, I need thee

Look sweet thing, you remind me of my jeep, your body’s calling

She got work but I think she finna call in, cause I’m all in that thang

And she probably think I’m in love the way I’m falling in that thang

Soulo

[Hook: BJ the Chicago Kid]

This strange thing got me leaning

This reefer keep on steaming

And I believe that everything happens for a reason

And girl you got me fiending

I don’t care about your religion

Cause I just can’t resist you

God damn lust demons

[Verse 2: Jay Rock]

Rock, Rock

Leaning like a motherfucker, I be pouring

(Black Hippy Shit) higher than a motherfucker, I be blowing

I’m off that Amber Kush with a bad little bitch call it Amber Rose

She be loving the crew and I be loving her too

She got a thang for them rap niggas I suppose

She feeling my energy

I feel on her thighs, she fill up the Henessey

Now we on the sofa, in a minute I’m a be bending her over

She know my motives, tryna get behind me like a locomotive

She trained, she on the right track

Yeah she got that boomerang then I’m coming right back

She ratchet nasty

She got a ring on her tongue and a ring on her clit

Got my hands on my YKK, sip it down, now she all on my tip

She told me, look at me when I work my magic daddy

She pulled a rabbit out a hat

Made my dick disappear, in thin air

Then she brought it right back

[Hook]

Ab-Soul Mixed Emotions

[Hook: x2]

One time for my niggas poured up yup, bachelor

We get screwed up like the neck of Frankenstein

Purple weed, purple drank, purple swag, purple tag

We be getting dough, We be getting dough

[Verse 1:]

Just copped a pack of backwoods, I’m sitting high as hell

This OG kush suits this honey very well

The lights are low, the mood is right

I got her foe, that’s right I’m tryna get dough

Hit my nigga AJ, heard he bought an 8th

My nigga Legend blessed me with a cup the other day

Hit my nigga Carver D, Dough boy it ain’t crack?

Tell him it’s a pole party, ASAP

Bumping out the speakers, coffee cups with lids

This way nobody accidentally ashin’ in my shit

Got a few two liters and it’s about to go down

Then again it’s the prescription of choice

Just call us the Finnegan boys

I do all this shit, just to say get off my dick

You think you know, but you have no idea

The lights are low, the mood is right

I got a foe, who got a Sprite?

Who got a Sprite? Who got a Sprite?

I got a foe, who got a Sprite?

I do all this shit, just to say get off my dick

You think you know

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2:]

I got this funny little dream of buying out the bar

Then flexing in my section like a fucking star

They ask me what I like to drink and I say I’m alright

Then all you see is my purple sprite, glistening off of the strobe light

No jolly ranchers, this ack? is all I need

I hope it ain’t cliché to shoot Pimp C a RIP

As well as DJ Screw since I made up this tune about lean

But as of late, all I see is poe like Section 8

The homie say he’s got a few tings

That’s three 16s and a whole lot of cream

I crack a ceiling, drope a douce now I got mixed emotions

From here on out, it’s slow motion

I do all this shit, just to say get off my dick

You think you know, but you have no idea

The lights are low, the mood is right

I got a foe, who got a Sprite?

Who got a Sprite? Who got a Sprite?

I got a foe, who got a Sprite?

I do all this shit, just to say get off my dick

You think you know

[Outro: x2]

Coming down, still sipping

Draped up dripped out, still sipping

Ab-Soul Blowin Them Horns

[Ab-Soul:]

Hey, welcome to DA nigga

I really thought I was a drummer for a second there

[Verse 1 – Ab-Soul:]

Follow me home, see where I was rose

Like the one in 2Pac’s song that grew from the concrete

Half a line in Del Amo on cross streets

Baby baby mommas strappin’ babies in carseats

Niggas failed art class, still they’ll draw heat

Design a murder scene faster than an architect with a masters

One out of three niggas you know slang, that’s a accurate fraction

Sunday dinner denim for packin’ a mac in

Cheese in the pockets of potential rocket scientists gone bad

Like good girls movin’ too rapid

Had it not been for the social status we after, our

Minds could’ve been on more than after hours

Some of us become legends, some are labeled as cowards

Others fall in between, I say I’m a king

Now you can disagree or kiss the ring

Either way nigga’s kneel to my feet, don’t be late

And if you make it in time to hear the trumpets, I

Know you gon’ love it cause I love it

What’s that?

[Hook – Kendrick Lamar:]

My city blowin’ them horns, it sounds like

It sounds like

It sounds like

It sounds like

It sounds like

[Verse 2 – Ab-Soul:]

Who wanna go 15 in a Del Amo park alley

Used to battle with the pep rally

Rest in peace Prospect, I miss you like a missile

I can vision you blowing up

I launch it in your memory soldier

Ask capital Z about snap capital G

How we used to wear triple A’s and Footlocker T’s

Two toned fitteds from Swap Meet

Prepaid Nokias would light up antennas at the AMC movie theater

Back when the bitches wouldn’t holler

I was short 75 cent, he threw me a dollar

Can’t forget J Silk, my ace boon coon

On me JT would’ve been proud of you

We used to mob to McDonalds every day after school

Or Shakey’s for pizza if our allowance would allow it

I was wildin’ saggin’ with the crips I had no business

I learned, job or no job your ass better be with the business

I became an alchemist over instrumentals

I’m Jim Dear over here, that’s the mayor say your prayers

It’s C-A-R-son, daughter, father, mother’s own

Turn my shakin’ haters off and I’m right at home

And if you at home with me and hear the trumpets

I know you gon’ love it, cause I love it

What’s that?

[Hook – Kendrick Lamar:]

My city blowin’ them horns, it sounds like

It sounds like

It sounds like

It sounds like

It sounds like

[Bridge – Ab-Soul:]

How you like your stay so far?

Is it all it’s cracked up to be?

[Verse 3 – Ab-Soul:]

If you ever caught the Carson Circuit

Ditchin’ fifth period to hit the mall, then I hope you hearin’ this

I do this for y’all, cause y’all can relate to me, you’re my family

If you went to Cheapwood, Frog Acres, or Bannana Lee

And still hit the ARCO on Del Amo in central for gasoline

Chances are we know each other well

Not the one for wishes or for fishes, more like good

If you touched ever Carson corner I once stood, then would you

Just open your ears and hear the trumpets, I know you gon’ love it

Cause I love it

[Ab-Soul:]

Sound so beautiful, don’t you agree?

Really feel like, really feel like I’m the king of Carson right now man

For real, nothing y’all niggas could tell me

Ab-Soul Sapiosexual

[Intro – B-Diddy:]

You recording bitch!

Great minds… fuck each other

Uh, Let-Let me fuck your mind

(YMF Nigga)

[Verse 1 – Ab-Soul:]

Na-Nasty motherfucker might fuck without a rubber-

Ducky, if you’re lucky

Only if you’re lucky though, don’t tell my mother

Am-Am I too blunt? She said uh-uh, then I lit the blunt

Young Mind Fuck, what the fuck?

She was such a…

[Hook – Ab-Soul & KR:]

Sapio Sexual

(think about it baby)

Let me fuck your mind

Let me-Let me fuck your mind

Let me hit it from the back, let me hit in rewind

Sapio Sexual

Sapio Sexual

(Think about it)

Let me fuck your mind

(She got that thing twerking)

Let me-Let me fuck your mind

(She got that thing twerking)

[Verse 2 – Ab-Soul:]

Let me choke ya up (murder scene!)

Let me poke ya up (bomb bomb)

Pussy make you wanna call 9 (one, one)

Greatest of all time Like Mike (one, one)

Check mine (one two)

Now your brain is (All mine!)

Make it rhyme, why you worry about my double enten

To-Tongue on the clit, finger fucking (Throwing gang signs)

Oh shit, know them hoes told you bout the Druggies

Might lick your asshole don’t judge me (Don’t Wuwwy!)

Young Mind Fuck, what the fuck? yeah I’m in this bitch

And I’m in your bitch, ain’t that a bitch? I’m looking like (Switch!)

Light switch, click, then I’m in the mall like swish! (Baller mayne)

You with the hips, you and your uterus could use a lift

Uh, kiss the lips on your face and below your waist (Mwah)

Asking rhetorical questions like “who’s is this?”

There is Only 1

She got that thing twerking and one thing is for certain

Yeah she a…

[Hook]

[Bridge – Isaiah Rashad:]

Take em to church!

If you don’t know man, better ask somebody

(Let me fuck your mind!)

If you don’t know man, better ask somebody

Somebody, somebody, somebody

If you don’t know man, If you don’t know man

Better ask somebody!

[Verse 3 – Ab-Soul:]

Whatever you choose, whatever you do make sure he a thug and intelligent too (True)

Dumb as ditch but they’ll still school you

Make you happy but fuck you like he mad at you

Pull your weave back, (lick around your areola)

Never sober (Always getting bent) Bent over!

Haha no really though, bend over and touch your toes mami, let me see what you can do

(Work!)

Crizzle my scrilla, Soulo that nigga

Soul!

(Work!)

Cole World!

Uh, little nasty

This one for my…

[Hook]

Ab-Soul Dub Sac

[Hook:]

I had a dub sack in my bucket

Rolling around like “fuck it”

Now I got a OZ in this Benz, still rolling around like “fuck it”

OZ in this Benzo, rolling around like “fuck it”

Rolling around like “fuck it”, rolling around like “fuck it”

[Verse 1:]

That shit weak, your bitch weak that’s too bad, my bitch bad

Smoke weed, I got plenty, take your quarter back like McNabb

Sip lean, I got plenty, I drop a ace in a liter now I got a quinceañera

Ever had a chick to do it on the dick to capoeira

Kick game like Martial Arts kick game like Marshall Law

On Tekken the homies got weapons Martial Law could happen any second

Getting money, blowing digits only sexing sexy women

Only sexin’ sexy women only sex is sexy women

That like to do them nasty things you know I like them nasty things

Can’t fuck with them whips and chains I got a bitch that do, but I ain’t got no gavel

Baby wanna know what’s under my belt maybe cause I paid so much for the belt

Call the car service, get your ass home, but just yesterday me and Agent J

[Hook]

[Post-Hook:]

What’s happenin’? [x8]

OZ in this Benzo

OZ in this Benzo

Just a lil’ Carson, nigga [x8]

[Verse 2:]

You’re so weak, you don’t know me

Soulo so lowkey in Lord, legends, infinity

Oh God showed off inventing me

Me and K with the promoter

Drop the fo’ up in the soder

I’m unraveling backwoods

And he’s bending corners, just thought I’d warn ya

Whats happening?

I’ve been gone too long, but bitch I’m back again

Except this time I’m old

Had that Chevy celebrity the same age as me

With that gram in the glove-box, that’s a 2 for 15

I mean

[Hook]

[Post-Hook]

[Verse 3:]

You still weak, you last week

I’m next month, twist the next blunt

The homie got his chain took at the Mixed Nuts

Now we blowing big weed, lean mixed up

Nigga, don’t get shit misconstrued

We gave y’all plenty time to dig our stuff

Getting women in the mood

We tell the truth up in the nude

Breaking news, breaking news

I’m enlightening like Pikachu

All I do is what you wouldn’t think to do

Silk, don’t you remember that [?]

South Pole Jeans, fat laces in all our shoes

A nigga turned into an oracle

Treat the damn booth like a urinal

Smoking a stogie in a terminal

I had a dub sack in my bucket

Rolling around like “fuck it”

Paul Jeremy, Doe and me trying to match a nugget

Pass the blunt to BC, AR, and AJ

King Rich, YM, Python P, I put that on me

I had a dub sack in my bucket

Capital C

[Ab-Soul & A-Mack:]

I just might be in yo hood

(Fuck outta here man, you dumb ass niggas!

You niggas are silly out here tryin’ to look cute and shit man)

I just might be in yo hood

(Quit playing. This is serious bruh, niggas wanna come talk to me about all this dumb shit; a nigga ain’t tryna hear that man

I’ma come clean bruh, go sit down with all that my nigga)

This shits over here from the grass… [?]

I just might be in yo hood

(We gon’ handle it, how handle it my nigga straight like that, bruh)

(Eh niggas out here look silly, my nigga

Like bruh, if you don’t know me look at my fucking Twitter, my nigga)

I just might be in yo hood

(It’s your boy A-Mack out here man, Zanzilla, slapping niggas and bitches for fun, straight like that)

[Verse 4 – Punch:]

Niggas chased my uncle there, through God’s grace the gun jammed

I found comfort in this pleasure, meaning I slept the best through gun sounds

These Days it’s a little different, between me and my past I put a little distance

Egyptian cotton, thread count vicious

Started as a dream, manifested into little Kendrick

Now everybody feel it, even niggas who didn’t know, they try to forget it!

Selective Amnesia, that’s an Oxymoron, These Days

Niggas ask about pressure I grew up watching free base

Literally the face of my hood…

So basically I beat the case

I vanished but left a trace, just in-case a nigga gotta go back

Yeah, it’s not for games if I say that

[Hook – Ab-Soul & SZA:]

I just might be in yo hood

I just might be in yo hood

I just might be in yo hood

I just might be in yo hood

Ab-Soul Double Standards

One time for your mind

[Verse 1:]

He with the homies, he with the homies

No squares in his circle, nobody phonie

He with the homies, he with the homies

We don’t love them hoes, let’s get this money

He got a main chick, been with her for a while

Love making, and making out

His fellas in his ear, “you acting like a queer”

You going on dates, we tryna get this cake

The pressure be setting in

If you a real man, you would fuck her friend

Head saying no, other one saying yes

His girl girlfriend been with it, it’s scandalous

Unfasten her clothes, is what you gonna tell his soul

The thrill of it all got him off, case closed

He hesitated, and she say “why you push me?

If you don’t get this pussy, then you a pussy”

[Hook:]

Tired of living, living, living

By this double standard, standard, standard

Tired of living, living, living

By this double standard, standard, standard

[Verse 2:]

She with the girls, she with the girls

Hair done, nails done, no care in the world

She with the girls, she with the girls

They all wifey material, yes sir

She want a boyfriend, she been missing out

On love making and making out

But she ain’t having the best luck

Everybody who chop it up only want a cut

One of her girlfriends got one

She been jealous of the relationship since day one

But last week he made a pass at her

She knew she had him, her ass a little fatter

Unbutton his jeans and then she fell to her knees

She finally found company for her misery

He hesitated, and she say “why you push me?

If you don’t get this pussy, then you a pussy”

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]

See the moral of the story is

She a ho, he a pimp

Old girl’ll forgive her man

But her girlfriend’s cut off like Edward’s hands

What’s fucked up is he got at her

Bitches call her a rat, but shit she’s heard worse

To my niggas having bitches, it’s what you just do

To the bitches having niggas, this what a slut do

My auntie told me always treat my lady right

My uncle told me only love ’em for a night

You can see the immediate disconnection

Between a man and a woman, the reason for aggression

For example, you heard of Amber Cole

But you don’t know that nigga that was getting dome

I’m saying we heard of Amber Cole

But we don’t know that lil’ nigga that was getting dome

It’s just my interpretation of the situation

[Hook]

Ab-Soul Mr AB-SOULutely

What’s poppin’ nigga

Hey, hey, you goin’ to that turnt-ass party or what?

Oh, absolutely!

I’m in the club with the squadron, mobbin’

VIP section, with VVS diamonds

Shinin’ on a nigga like, “Whaaat?”

No jewelry I make a princess cut

Whenever I want I do whatever I want

I get whatever I want, I’m a spoiled bastard

Skinny nigga but a nigga’s pockets fatter

Step my game up to the top of the ladder

Put another ladder on top of the ladder

Now I’m so high that the sky don’t matter

I know no limits, I go the distance

Status quo ain’t co-existing

Soul brother like no brother

No chastity belt that means there’s no restrictions

I get up in it and get up out it

And get back in it, she screamin’ and shoutin’

Like she caught the holy ghost, call me when she home alone

No I’m not Macaulay Culkin, but I’m pokin’

Hoes like I’m supposed to, give me a stamp

I’m finna go postal on this trip

If you feel the same way get your hands up like

12 o’clock, cause it’ll never stop

Yeah and she glad she knew me

Can I get that baby? “Absolutely”

[Hook:]

She never tell me no, she say, “Absolutely”

How could she tell me no? I’m Mr. AB-SOULutely

I’m Mr. AB-SOULutely, meet Mr. AB-SOULutely

Yeah, yeah absolutely, yeah, yeah absolutely

“Hey Mr. AB-SOULutely, hey Mr. AB-SOULutely

Hey Mr. AB-SOULutely, hey Mr. AB-SOULutely

Hey Mr. AB-SOULutely, hey Mr. AB-SOULutely”

Yeah, yeah absolutely, yeah, yeah absolutely

I’m in a Lambo now

Big chips like I’m finna gamble now

Paparazzi shootin’ at me like ammo now

Never duck, never run, just pull a smile

Woo, woo, look at that nigga

He a multi-million dollar lookin’ ass nigga

Hey and I’m sippin’ my drank

She gon’ give me that brain, nigga fuck what you think

I’mma tell you like a nigga told me

Chase that cream nigga chase that green

Don’t chase them hoes, play your role

Keep ’em in line waitin’ to get yours

Give ’em some work, give ’em some shows

Let they boyfriend pay for they nails and toes

Yeah, yeah, absolutely

Black glasses Gucci and the bag is Louis

Full of bags of ooey, I am a d-boy

All that shit right there for me, boy

Ab-Soul, the asshole

The gas-stove, I’m on fire man

I’ve been advertised, but I’m flyer man

I gotta necklace on, but I’m off the chain

Yeah and she glad she knew me

Can I get that baby? “Absolutely”

[Hook:]

She never tell me no, she say, “Absolutely”

How could she tell me no? I’m Mr. AB-SOULutely

I’m Mr. AB-SOULutely, meet Mr. AB-SOULutely

Yeah, yeah absolutely, yeah, yeah absolutely

“Hey Mr. AB-SOULutely, hey Mr. AB-SOULutely

Hey Mr. AB-SOULutely, hey Mr. AB-SOULutely

Hey Mr. AB-SOULutely, hey Mr. AB-SOULutely”

Yeah, yeah absolutely, yeah, yeah absolutely

Lot of artists out here that’s just out here

Just to say they rappers, you know what I’m sayin’

See us, shake our hands at the video shoots and all of that

You know what I’m talkin’ ’bout?

I ain’t gon’ call on no names, but y’all know who y’all are

You know they can’t really rap, but they

They always got mixtapes comin’ out

You know what I’m sayin’? But like