Def Soul

Def Soul

Music bumping in the car
You heading to the 2045 bar
Your soul def
Thinking you’re tight but nothing left
Looking to your back and you got a tech
But your mind and soul not up with your body
You think you big but you not Hoffa or Gandhi
Surrounded by bodyguards
But you a thug, playa, you suppose to be hard
You need to be alone, ride by yourself
Die by yourself; stop screaming bout you need help
You not def but you try to be
Claiming you a thug why lie to me?
Or really why lie to yourself, what’s the reason
You not NBA and this is not the season
Thinking your soul def, but really its treason
Cause you a club rat having ladies fiending
For the last bit of pleasure before you feel pain
That pulsates through your brain
Burning your skin like acid rain
No more clubs or Hot tubs
Cause your soul not def
Since it’s not def, there is nothing left