Souled Out!!!

The barrio starts two streets over

Miguel he’s a friend of mine

With brick weed built a reputation

Like dry ice in the summertime

Now all you need is an electric razor

A magic bullet in a grassy knoll

The whole world is just a little oyster

To snow white and the poison apple leaves

I woke up in the age of wires

I fell asleep at the dusk of man

Now I’m cold (?)

Fingers crossed in the promised land

But you won’t be getting in

No you won’t be getting in

No you won’t be getting in

All sold out

In heaven

The barrio starts two streets over

Monsay she’s a friend of mine

Keeps a piece like a whistleblower

Flying kites in the wintertime

Magic carpet is the transportation

Went to the moon in a soda can

Not all my boys believe in science

Stretching truth in the promised land

But you won’t be getting in

No you won’t be getting in (you know by now)

No you won’t be getting in (you know by now)

It’s sold out

In heaven

(spoken) chorus again or another one? another one

You know by now

That you won’t be getting in

No you won’t be getting in (you know by now)

No you won’t be getting in (you know by now)

It’s sold out

In heaven

No you won’t be getting in

To heaven (you know by now)

To heaven (you know by now)

To heaven (you know by now)