ID Labs - Of The Soul lyrics

[Intro] Looks like I wrote this song on paper First time I did that in like 3 years.. My handwriting is horrible and I can barely read this [Verse 1: Mac Miller] Hey, hey, don't even know what's in my head anymore tho Uh, figured out I ain't gonna go to college, Lee Corso f**in' girls, but I never kept the door closed Want you all to hear the way I put it in her torso I ain't normal, I'm clinically insane I guess it's the result of d** that enterin' my brain All of a sudden, every legend keep on mentionin' my name All that does is show me that my life will never be the same Police tryna to figure out how to get me locked up I tell those cops s** dog nuts Arrivin' to the party in a chariot Lookin' for a scary b**h that I can pop her cherry pit I'm very sick, yes, very ill Eternal Sunshine, Jim Carey feel At the amusement park scared of heights, ferris wheel Double dare me to k**? [Hook] Got some soul like De La do They say I'm new, it's nothing but some deja-vu Everywhere you go these people hate on you It's deja-vu, deja-vu One time for the grind A little soul like De La do They say I'm new, it's nothing but some deja-vu Everywhere you go these people hate on you Deja-vu, deja-vu [Verse 2: Mac Miller] Wind chimes, sick rhymes Been high on this incline Tryna get my money stackin' tall, 6'9" Have some caviar, sip wine Sacrifice insanity, sacrifice normal Purpose is for people in the plural Form never formal, an art form, not a mural Work 4 bars that are tighter than your corn rows See a girl that's lookin' horny in the 4th row Ha, I just put it in her mouth, ortho- Dontist, manipulatin' phonics, put em into sonnets Let me put you on this nastier than Nas is Bubonic plague, bacteria that's tryna to find a way Spread, Like yolk from a broken egg Talkin' sh**? You just diggin' your grave [Hook] Got some soul like De La do They say I'm new, it's nothing but some deja-vu Everywhere you go these people hate on you It's deja-vu, deja-vu A little soul like De La do They say I'm new, it's nothing but some deja-vu Everywhere you go these people hate on you Deja-vu, deja-vu [Verse 3: Mac Miller] Hypothetically of dope, I kick incredibly Potentially could be the remedy for happiness without the ecstasy No methamphetamines, hot, 110 degrees Visually stunnin', gotta see it on the LED When I was 17 I thought I had it figured out Now I see what it's about, went in down a different route It's crucial, 3 new schools, life with a spoonful Of sugar, yea I need my medicine f**in Mary Poppins, gotta treat her like the president Represent all these f**in' people that I never met Some expect me to be the greatest ever Hear me on the radio, sh**'ll change forever Now I'm just a pop sensation, f** your expectations I'mma be the best, have some patience Thought that it was great, then poof! It was nothing but some deja vu, yeah