Bruised Soles

Bruised Soles Lyrics Meanings
by Mazbou Q & Regi Angelou
ft. Jarni Blair

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Bruised Soles Lyrics

I’ve got bruised soles
'Cos I’m way grown
Tryna find my way back home
Count my boons as ‘em desert crumbs flow
I’m gon’ turn all of my stones
Rock bottom make the man
And some pressure make a gemstone
Tryna put a dollar to my name like Creflo
Naija boy, late to the game
It’s in the blood flow
But I’m from the south
It’s thick skin and tough bone (Yeah)
Big attitude through big lips with gusto (Woo!)
Trust no kings
That’s why they tried to crush souls (Nah)
But it’s I-G-B-O
When the dust blow
This old head be standin’ there
No silver, just gold (King!)
Cracked no books on the hustle
I was born to grind
Y'all scared of your potential
I’m adorned with mine
Thirty times around the sun, man
Of course I shine
My legacy will not dwarf with time
And in my daughter’s eyes
It’s basic
I must not say quit
Everyday seize the present like I robbed Saint Nick
Walk a fine line between tenacious and patient
I can’t slip
I’m fightin' clocks and they can’t win
I’ve got bruised soles
'Cos I’m way grown
Tryna find my way back home
Count my boons as ‘em desert crumbs flow
I’m gon’ turn all of my stones
I’ve got bruised soles
'Cos I’m way grown
Tryna find my way back home
Who that soldier in the mirror?
Oh oh
I’m gon’ turn all of my stones
Impeccably I flow
Hardest raps you know
Breaking status quo
Reaping what I sow
Artistry like Van Gogh
Get it from my Mama, hips so thick that I need tempo
Personality spicy, body banging like a bongo
Cause black women been it since Timbuktu, since Pharaohs
Sponge rollers and hot combs
Lip cheeks and brow bones
If you ain't for the culture, then please stay out of my zone
These little dummy rappers can never grace my headphones
See I’m from a place and space where
Ain’t no story telling, you just had to have been there
If you want the battle, ain’t no problem say where
I got so much experience, I can even play fair
But I’mma keep evolving and growin'
And hurting feelings and showin'
You need endurance to go in
I got mileage on this pen
I been busy cause I been out here schooling all these kids
Took three decades to have this glow up that I did
I’ve got bruised soles
'Cos I’m way grown
Tryna find my way back home
Count my boons as ‘em desert crumbs flow
I’m gon’ turn all of my stones
I’ve got bruised soles
'Cos I’m way grown
Tryna find my way back home
Who that soldier in the mirror?
Oh oh
I’m gon’ turn all of my stones
Turn all of my
Yeah
Q, Regi
Auckland, New York

I’ve got bruised soles
'Cos I’m way grown
Tryna find my way back home
Count my boons as ‘em desert crumbs flow
I’m gon’ turn all of my stones
Rock bottom make the man
And some pressure make a gemstone
Tryna put a dollar to my name like Creflo
Naija boy, late to the game
It’s in the blood flow
But I’m from the south
It’s thick skin and tough bone (Yeah)
Big attitude through big lips with gusto (Woo!)
Trust no kings
That’s why they tried to crush souls (Nah)
But it’s I-G-B-O
When the dust blow
This old head be standin’ there
No silver, just gold (King!)
Cracked no books on the hustle
I was born to grind
Y'all scared of your potential
I’m adorned with mine
Thirty times around the sun, man
Of course I shine
My legacy will not dwarf with time
And in my daughter’s eyes
It’s basic
I must not say quit
Everyday seize the present like I robbed Saint Nick
Walk a fine line between tenacious and patient
I can’t slip
I’m fightin' clocks and they can’t win
I’ve got bruised soles
'Cos I’m way grown
Tryna find my way back home
Count my boons as ‘em desert crumbs flow
I’m gon’ turn all of my stones
I’ve got bruised soles
'Cos I’m way grown
Tryna find my way back home
Who that soldier in the mirror?
Oh oh
I’m gon’ turn all of my stones
Impeccably I flow
Hardest raps you know
Breaking status quo
Reaping what I sow
Artistry like Van Gogh
Get it from my Mama, hips so thick that I need tempo
Personality spicy, body banging like a bongo
Cause black women been it since Timbuktu, since Pharaohs
Sponge rollers and hot combs
Lip cheeks and brow bones
If you ain't for the culture, then please stay out of my zone
These little dummy rappers can never grace my headphones
See I’m from a place and space where
Ain’t no story telling, you just had to have been there
If you want the battle, ain’t no problem say where
I got so much experience, I can even play fair
But I’mma keep evolving and growin'
And hurting feelings and showin'
You need endurance to go in
I got mileage on this pen
I been busy cause I been out here schooling all these kids
Took three decades to have this glow up that I did
I’ve got bruised soles
'Cos I’m way grown
Tryna find my way back home
Count my boons as ‘em desert crumbs flow
I’m gon’ turn all of my stones
I’ve got bruised soles
'Cos I’m way grown
Tryna find my way back home
Who that soldier in the mirror?
Oh oh
I’m gon’ turn all of my stones
Turn all of my
Yeah
Q, Regi
Auckland, New York

Writer(s): Hugh Ozumba, Regina Johnson
Copyright(s): Lyrics © DistroKid
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind

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