From the recording From The Projects To Prison To My Paradise
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Shout Out To E A Ski
Clock in
Crackle on the vinyl
Coffee stain on the notepad
Title
Chop up pain
Sprinkle in revival
They chase waves
I just chase my idols
Calloused fingers on the fader
Patient
Diggin’ through the crates for the sacred
Everybody screaming “change up
Make a banger”
I just hit “loop
” let the spirit get louder (uh)
[Chorus]
I’m Mr. Soulful
I don’t follow what they do
Every drum
Every groove
Got my fingerprint all through
I’m Mr. Soulful
I don’t chase what’s hot this week
If it don’t talk to my roots
Then it don’t talk through these speaks (hey)
I’m Mr. Soulful
Yeah
I built my own lane
If it ain’t truth in those chords
Then it don’t carry my name
[Verse 2]
They want quick plays
I want goosebumps
They want charts
I want real hugs
Old heads nod
Say “that’s that stuff”
Kids hear one loop
Can’t get enough
Kitchen table mix
Six A.M
Mom hums along from the other room then
Says
“baby
That sound feel just like you”
That’s my plaque
That’s my proof (oh)
[Chorus]
I’m Mr. Soulful
I don’t follow what they do
Every drum
Every groove
Got my fingerprint all through
I’m Mr. Soulful
I don’t chase what’s hot this week
If it don’t talk to my roots
Then it don’t talk through these speaks
I’m Mr. Soulful
Yeah
I built my own lane
If it ain’t truth in those chords
Then it don’t carry my name