Got Soul

I’m so proud to beg
Give it up and what you say
Think it’s oh, so kind
I wanted yours, but loose in time
My baby got soul
My baby got soul
Got souls on her ceiling
I’m just tryna scrub 'em all out
My baby got so many feelings
I’m just tryna feel 'em all out
She goes home all alone
I pen a song and I give her a poem
Well, it’s a drag, so very sad
When I play nice, she gets so mad
When you get high, I get low
When you get low, I get high
When you get high, I get low
When you get low, I get high
You’ve been acting so strange, I know it
Don’t know why I keep on through it
I’ve been given how much I got, but
Everyone knows it’s right, but
You’ve been thinkin you would call me
You know my girl looking motley
Baby, I don’t think it’s wrong, but
I don’t want you to buy me
Oh, my baby, come on down, gonna
You been looking so a-frown, I
Just don’t want to now, but
I don’t know what I could be
I think it’s so
I think you got everything you’ve got, my baby
When you get high, I get low
When you get low, I get high
When you get high, I get low
When you get low, I get high
When you get high, I get low
When you get low, I get high
When you get high, I get low
When you get low, I get high