Bitch Got the Flue - Soufle

For every person I've tried to be, There's another ten inside. I love you so much I'm never there, I'm always with you but never cared. And you move in a hostile way, Like you're recently wounded. I reach for your wrists to feel the pulse, They're feeling yourself for both of us. We got a problem, it's plain to see. We got a problem. Which one, which one of you is into me? Which one, which one of me is into you? We're both schizophrenic I fear. Say how many voices you hear? Which one, which one of you is into me? Which one, which one of me is into you? We are schizophrenic, don't stop. No, not till I fuck this all up. All the searching we do inside, Is a futile attempt to, To sift what we're meant to never know, It's all screwed up how the river flows. And I know that you tried to hide, To senter yourself but, Was I the beast that sucked into you, A real dark victim inside of you? We got a problem, it's plain to see. Bitch we got a problem. Which one, which one of you is into me? Which one, which one of me is into you? We're both schizophrenic I fear. Say how many voices you hear? Which one, which one of you is into me? Which one, which one of me is into you? We are schizophrenic, don't stop. No, not till I fuck this all up. Nice to fucking meet you, and you! And this is me, and me! Bitch, we got a problem! Which one, which one of you is into me? Which one, which one of me is into you? We're both schizophrenic I fear. Say how many voices you hear? Which one, which one of you is into me? Which one, which one of me is into you? We are schizophrenic, don't stop. No, not till I fuck this all up. Bitch we got a problem! Yeah we got a problem! Bitch we got a problem! We got a problem! We got a problem! Yes bitch we got a problem! We got a problem! We got a problem!

Welcome. This is Lil B Everybody put your hands in the air I'm rolling through these? I got bitches on my dick These niggas fuck with me Because I have respect And cause I Based freestyle They gotta cut me a check All these bitches on my dick And I just want some sex I say "that's alright! Baby you're OK! My name's Lil Boss Man my name's BasedGod All these bitches on my dick And I just want you to see [Hook] I got bitches, yeah! Everybody put your hands in the air My name's Lil B. Lil B for Lil Boss She let me suck her Let me do some things She let me see her naked She let me fuck her face She lets me do what I please I said I got bad bitches She said "oh that's not me" I say "you're my bitch!" I say "you're my bop!" I say "I fuck you all day And I will not stop" I said "I'm here for life Bitch you gotta love me My name's Lil Boss But they call me Lil B!" West Berkeley representative Coming straight from Basednam And I don't know what to do They ask me if I share I'm asking "who are you?" My dude is Hugh Hefner and he fucks with me "Hugh Hefner man, I got more bitches than you" He said "that's not right!" He said "you are a liar!" "Hugh Hefner, you see my bitches tonight?" And I'm young BasedGod and I dare you to see And I gotta question who got more bitches than me!

Saw you in the fight Doesn't even know Green like aloe You don't wanna see What's beneath all these leaves Where would we be If I'm looking at me? I don't wanna see The untold, it's so close You don't wanna go that way You don't wanna go that way I saw you running down the street and You told me demons are after me I saw you in the fight You gave me all my time I want it to be alright You're runnin' on my mind Runnin' on (saw you in a fight) Runnin' out (saw you in a fight) All night, high We don't got to give in to the flue We don't got to give in to the flue We don't got to give in to the flue, oh We don't got to give in to the flue We don't got to give in to the flue We don't got to give in to the flue, oh You aching, you snitching, you itching, you sneezing It's not what it looks like, what you thought You feel like it's something, you blame it on others It's my fault, it's my fault, I'm not tough You aching, you sneezing, you snitching, you itching It's not what it looks like, what you thought You feel like it's something, you blame it on others It's my fault, it's my fault, I'm not tough Woke up today with a rude awakening He's so two-faced, looking at me sideways Hopped on the freeway, pulled in my place Baby, what you gotta say? I fantasize the times we had it right 'Cause I need it, yes, I freaked it I find it hard to reconcile that night, can't believe it Stay with me, sweetie He wants to stay, I wanna go I wanna go, he wants to stay (he wants to go, I wanna stay) Why can't we stay at home And find out where we've gone? We don't got to give into the flue We don't got to give in to the flue We don't got to give in to the flue, oh We don't got to give in to the flue We don't got to give in to the flue We don't got to give in to the flue, oh (stay on, yeah)