Southside MAB - NOTES FROM A BROKEN SOUL Lyrics

I been on my own
Got no place to call my home
Notes from a broken soul
A lonely road
Piece by piece been torn
Old pictures inside my drawer
In my heart I search
For something more
(Yeah)
Court side with that new grip
No KD's with this movement
Ain't no chick who can be too slick
She into witchcraft, she on my broomstick
There's no chick who can be too thick
Bend in front of me and please don't move it
I'm not someone to be confused with
She got the head so I said please use it
I've been in Atlanta for some time now
Kennesaw State while the sun down
You see me and I wrap my arms around
Your waistband then thats when I go to town
Not even the crowd from the Nashville Sounds
Can bring this type of energy
I hope you feeling me
We been lacking synergy
Caught in an epiphany
Existing is a penalty but
The tank in my sex drive is empty
And that's something I can't lie about
The time consumed from breakups as a teen
Was a reason I would just lie around
Teary eyed but I still rocked the crown
21 in a midlife crisis
Mistaken glitter for diamonds
And that's when opened up my eye lids
I been on my own
Got no place to call my home
Notes from a broken soul
A lonely road
Piece by piece been torn
Old pictures inside my drawer
In my heart I search
For something more
(Yeah)
Felt the wonder from the teachers
She sprang up and now her knees hurt
The coach noticed I wasn't in gym class
Cause I was busy under them bleachers
She told me what all her dreams were and she could see me as a star
Even as troubled as I was, she said she couldn't judge me from afar
And ever since then I would to take ten
Squint at a puddle to see who I am
A misconceived man who understands
But always ready to snap like a rubber band
I fall back in a position
They don't see me, It's an acquisition
That I learned from minding my business
But one thing It didn't provide was forgiveness
Wrinkles on my skin from being livid
I'm too young to go against the damn clock
But I'm too busy worried about existing
That I forgot my wrist don't have a damn watch
And my bedroom door doesn't have a lock
So me and all the visitors had to talk
They walked in on me getting ass and top
Someday this has to stop
And I'm not the type to complain
I know I need my own place
Rents so high like I live in a skyscraper
Working two jobs to keep at my pace
Look at my face
I'm tired so that's why I wrote this letter
This is my idea of becoming better
It helps with part of planning
So thank you for understanding
I been on my own
Got no place to call my home
Notes from a broken soul
A lonely road
Piece by piece been torn
Old pictures inside my drawer
In my heart I search
For something more