Soul Kitchen

Here's a toast

Yes

[Verse 1: O.C.]

Monday nights at Soul Kitchen

She get a beer

Listening to rare jams

Like this one

Vodka and crans flowing

Weed blowing

Nobody's pushing out

It's blessed to be alive

Me and mines

(Let Me)

[Hook]

Cool out now

Too loud

Pull out making ya move round

Pull circles off the haze cloud

No pressure, vibe is right

We decide to do it the way we want

Its ours now

(Let me)

[Verse 2]

Good vibe is all

Prize, positive times

Made for those who make it home

Safe

And theres no time to waste

C'mon

Breaking all the rules

The jewels protect it

Its not permitted for fools now

Now let it do what it do

Its organic fresh to death

Composed by Ray West

Homie

(Let me)

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3]

Unaware of time

Living on cloud nine

Rosay for grown folk

Keep it adult

The evening result

Peaceful thing the scene

Soothing my whole frame

Supreme

Like a canopy on a beach

With white sands, and fly sunsets

With palm trees

Flashbacks on Aruba

Me and my puba

Six days and seven nights

Of bliss, shits, and cool outs

Classics spinning

Flashing, grinning

Having a ball

The place to be

Is down at the Soul Kitchen

C'mon down

[Hook]