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Mac Miller - Soul Food Lyrics

[Intro: Choo Jackson]
I respect you still [?] paid me (Yep)
It's all good, [?] (Chillin')
Yes, two large pizzas
Yes, thanks, man

[Verse 1: Choo Jackson]
It’s a lot of shit I don’t wanna say
It’s on my mind, so I gotta say it anyway
You ever feel like you was losing days
And everything you love start to slip away
But when you try to get it back, you overreact
You listen to the critics and people saying you slack
Matter'fact the critics don’t like you, they say you wack
I’d rather hear it in person than hear it behind my back
So take me to a place where it’s poppin'
22, now going club hoppin'
Nah, fuck that, I’ma feel boxed in
Like somebody took the key and left me locked in
Me and my main chick going shoe shoppin'
But I still feel like there’s other options
If you listening, I hope I’m in your top 10
So you can hear the story how I got here

[Chorus: Choo Jackson]
And I know it’s good in my soul
But it’s a couple things I can’t let go
I try to hold on
But I don’t really think I’m even that strong
Yeah, it’s good in my soul
It’s good in my soul
Yeah, it’s good in my soul
I don’t really give a fuck no more
[Post-Chorus 1: Choo Jackson]
Say
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah (I don’t really give a fuck no more) (Nope)
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah (I don’t really give a fuck)
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah (I don’t really, I don't really give a fuck no more)
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Choo Jackson]
Yeah, yeah, uh
Good nigga, kind-hearted
But shit changed when she turned mine to a target
Is love cheap? Can I get a bargain?
It's weird [?] us together, then we start partin'
And I’m broke so for rap I gotta start chargin'
Stressed out, so the cigs, gotta keep a carton
Like the feeling when you just got a new apartment
Yeah, happy I don’t really feel that often
I gotta listen a lot so I stop talkin'
Gotta get to my dreams, guess I’ma start walkin'
Girls say I’m a dog, guess I’ma start barking
And I’ma dream to the day I’m livin' in my coffin
I gotta get to where I’m goin'
And make a lot of money without anybody knowin'
By the sound of this beat, I could chill with some Samoans
Now the world is at peace when they heard that I was flowin'
[Chorus: Choo Jackson]
And I know it’s good in my soul (Oh yeah, yeah, yeah)
But it’s a couple things I can’t let go (Oh yeah, yeah, yeah)
I try to hold on (Oh yeah, yeah, yeah)
But I don’t really think I’m even that strong (Oh yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, it’s good in my soul (Oh yeah, yeah, yeah)
It’s good in my soul (Oh yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, it’s good in my soul (Oh yeah, yeah, yeah)
I don’t really give a fuck no more (Oh yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Post-Chorus 2: Choo Jackson]
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah (I don’t really give a fuck no more)
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah (I don’t really give a fuck)
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah (I don’t really, I don't really give a fuck no more)
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah

[Outro: Choo Jackson & Israel Kamakawiwo’ole]
I don’t really give a fuck no more
I don’t really give a fuck no more
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Ooh-oh-oh-oh
Ooh-oh-oh
Ooh-oh-oh
Somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high
And the dreams that you dreamed of
Once in a lullaby
[Skit: [?]]
"Sometimes when I get mad I shit myself, and I'm 'bout to check it, and if I shit myself I'ma be mad."