Soul Food

[Intro: Choo Jackson] I respect you still [?] paid me (Yep) It's all good, [?] (Chillin') Yes, two large pizzas Yes, thanks, man [Verse 1: Choo Jackson] It’s a lot of shit I don’t wanna say It’s on my mind, so I gotta say it anyway You ever feel like you was losing days And everything you love start to slip away But when you try to get it back, you overreact You listen to the critics and people saying you slack Matter'fact the critics don’t like you, they say you wack I’d rather hear it in person than hear it behind my back So take me to a place where it’s poppin' 22, now going club hoppin' Nah, fuck that, I’ma feel boxed in Like somebody took the key and left me locked in Me and my main chick going shoe shoppin' But I still feel like there’s other options If you listening, I hope I’m in your top 10 So you can hear the story how I got here [Chorus: Choo Jackson] And I know it’s good in my soul But it’s a couple things I can’t let go I try to hold on But I don’t really think I’m even that strong Yeah, it’s good in my soul It’s good in my soul Yeah, it’s good in my soul I don’t really give a fuck no more [Post-Chorus 1: Choo Jackson] Say Oh yeah, yeah, yeah (I don’t really give a fuck no more) (Nope) Oh yeah, yeah, yeah (I don’t really give a fuck) Oh yeah, yeah, yeah (I don’t really, I don't really give a fuck no more) Oh yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 2: Choo Jackson] Yeah, yeah, uh Good nigga, kind-hearted But shit changed when she turned mine to a target Is love cheap? Can I get a bargain? It's weird [?] us together, then we start partin' And I’m broke so for rap I gotta start chargin' Stressed out, so the cigs, gotta keep a carton Like the feeling when you just got a new apartment Yeah, happy I don’t really feel that often I gotta listen a lot so I stop talkin' Gotta get to my dreams, guess I’ma start walkin' Girls say I’m a dog, guess I’ma start barking And I’ma dream to the day I’m livin' in my coffin I gotta get to where I’m goin' And make a lot of money without anybody knowin' By the sound of this beat, I could chill with some Samoans Now the world is at peace when they heard that I was flowin' [Chorus: Choo Jackson] And I know it’s good in my soul (Oh yeah, yeah, yeah) But it’s a couple things I can’t let go (Oh yeah, yeah, yeah) I try to hold on (Oh yeah, yeah, yeah) But I don’t really think I’m even that strong (Oh yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, it’s good in my soul (Oh yeah, yeah, yeah) It’s good in my soul (Oh yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, it’s good in my soul (Oh yeah, yeah, yeah) I don’t really give a fuck no more (Oh yeah, yeah, yeah) [Post-Chorus 2: Choo Jackson] Oh yeah, yeah, yeah (I don’t really give a fuck no more) Oh yeah, yeah, yeah (I don’t really give a fuck) Oh yeah, yeah, yeah (I don’t really, I don't really give a fuck no more) Oh yeah, yeah, yeah [Outro: Choo Jackson & Israel Kamakawiwo’ole] I don’t really give a fuck no more I don’t really give a fuck no more Oh yeah, yeah, yeah Ooh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Ooh-oh-oh-oh Ooh-oh-oh Ooh-oh-oh Somewhere over the rainbow Way up high And the dreams that you dreamed of Once in a lullaby [Skit: [?]] "Sometimes when I get mad I shit myself, and I'm 'bout to check it, and if I shit myself I'ma be mad."