Beautiful mind, mind
Mind, mind
Yeah
Trying to find my soul
Trying to find my soul
Samira Gibson, trying to find my soul
(Trying to find my)

Get that soul back, I'ma get that soul back
Tryna-tr-trying to get that soul back

I said: I'm just trying to get my soul back
Said: I'm just trying to get my soul back
Some where along this road, may have lost my way
But baby I'm ready to step again
Said: I'm just trying to get my soul back
Said: I'm just trying to get my soul back
I look right and I might just give you
Something to talk about, baby you better tell a friend

I'm just trying to get my soul back
I'm just trying to get my soul back
See it don't matter what you say to me
You're making music for my soul
For my soul, for my soul

Get that soul back, I'ma get that soul back
Tryna-tr-trying to get that soul back

My soul is a slick opportunist used in lyrics
Here's a meal for your thoughts, food filled with spirit
Never been affected by dudes who couldn't feel it
When I'm buried in the seam, I choose to Kill Bill it
I make music for my own uses
Never worry about approval from so called cool kids
Used to reduce thoughts of who I influenced
Now I'm all about a target, hitting hearts like Cupid
I from the land of break-beats and skate decks
Baselines and backpacks, good tape and tape decks
Making music from the heart
Trying to separate the real from the fake
But was standing in the dark
They used to tell me where the honey's at
During their recording and I bought it
Now I'm trying to get my money back
I can't say when me and soul departed
But I'm just trying to get back to where it started

Get that soul back, I'ma get that soul back
Tryna-tr-tring to get that soul back