[Chorus]
You see my soul (Oh-oh, oh, oh, oh-oh)
You see my sou-ou-ou-oul
You see my sou-ou-ou-oul, you see my–
Black heart of gold (Oh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
My heart of go-o-old, my heart of go-o-old

[Verse 1]
She said, "I can see the man in your eyes"
Deciphering the plan in your mind
The sand in your socks, and the lord of your flies
You pillage the village for porridge and pies
These n***as want millions for more than your mind
Body and soul, probably fold
If you were to experience stories I've told
Way I live life, like I've been here before
It was San Jose for nine days, I flew
Yeah you always had my number, but the Facetime new
I'm in a different state of mind and a different state too
I just hate the situation, I don't really hate you
And I don't even think I could if I tried, to be honest with you
Maybe in a different time I'll be aligning with you
'Cause these days it's a lot on my mind
Give a fuck who you are, you ain't stopping the grind, on God

[Bridge]
Shit, but even so, you see my soul
My heart of gold ,yeah
My heart of gold, yeah
My gold, yeah
[Interlude: Alan Watts]
So I was extremely puzzled, I must assure you
There were teachers who apparently knew how to work
And had attained considerable heights of scholarship
And I admired them very much for their attainments
And so I thought that maybe I could learn the secret
By copying their mannerisms
I would imitate the style of handwriting that they used
I would use the same kind of pen
I would effect the same mannerisms of speech and gesture
And, insofar as I could get around the school uniform
But there were–

[Verse 2]
You ain't never seen a food desert
You get aggy when your n***as tell you, "Do better"
When it's tough bet you dippin' quicker blue cheddar
I been efficient wit this chicken like Lou-retta
Design one if a n***a need a new sweater
I'm still regretting i'm never getting a Mac feature
High school, super bowls like packed bleachers
Thought a n***a never learn like bad teachers
Told me get it by the dozen, but these racks cheaper
See her? I'ma eat it from the back
Like my feet up, okay shorty mad fire
Like she caught a fever, Billie Jean
Yeah, that mean I'ma have to beat her
If you be on the team then you seen all the green that we finna get
Antonym illiterate, especially when spitting shit
Definitive penmanship you don't know what ya dealin' wit
I'ma kill it and kill it and kill it and kill it and kill again
Somewhere on a island like Gilligan
Toes out, bare chest, can ya feel the wind?
When you win like them you get arrogant
Like bitch, you listenin' to the greatest outta Maryland
And it's n***as tryna take my Uber Eats from me
They say they need me in the field like a cleat dummy
Take a step outta my shoes cop a feat from me
And if it's Bean on the beat you know it's heat dummy
Yeah
[Outro: Alan Watts]
I'm going to talk to you this evening on the subject of the spectrum of love
We know that from time to time, there arise among human beings
People who seem to exude love as naturally as the Sun gives out heat
We would like to be like that
But unfortunately–