Wild Soul - David Wade feat. Jasmine Tate (Official Video)





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Published on Dec 25, 2012

Wild Soul - Something Like A Mixtape
David Wade
[lyrics below]

David Wade @davidwadetv
featuring Jasmine Tate @jasminetatertot
x Alexander Catedral @justaplanekid

Director/ First Camera/ Editor Margaret Thompson @megannet
Second Camera Alexander Catedral



Verse 1:

Limelight was hindsight, I had to get my mind right/
Young'n coming out of the darkness like white flight//
Sometimes life's like a slugfest or fight night/
Born with big knuckles and a heart full of dynamite//
Boom to the shaka laka, boy I'll Doc. Ock ya/
Used to take they girlfriends and they grandmamas//
Now I sacrifice myself, pulling down the pillars/
Man its all coming down, I'm a whole new sound//
I'm a whole new round, Tommy gun goes the drum/
But I'm more Balboa, that's my bro, y'all dumb//
If you think a bit of distance ever separate our hearts/
He's just fathering his son, I'ma put us on the charts//
And if I never make it, at least you got blessed/
I think I'll plant a church in Tokyo with Kan West//
I'm hardly ever dressed on the beat I'm so naked/
New birth, love quest, street life, old pavement//


I was a wild, wild, wild soul/
Starting up fires nobody knows//

Verse 2:

Once in a blue moon I start to reminisce/
About my fantasies of fine females and poppin Cris//
I remember the apocalypse, love that unlocked my wrist/
Purpose I was placed here for when pushed from momma's hips//
Yeah, and I swear I'll lead you on some trips/
People saying I was cray, now I'm on my Paris tip//
Fish fileting these Americans/
Rappers mere actors, Hiroshima, Mon Amor//
My repertoire is weapons drawn, banging on ya doors/
Iwo Jima wish a rapper from the East would (Wood) soar//
So I turn Clint on like Monica/
Trade a Fistful of Dollars for a harmonica//
I'm just playing, I don't event think I know what I'm saying/
It was something bout a flagship and letting the saints in//
They win, everything about me unprecedented/
I only serve one, no senate// authentic


Verse 3:

I pray my posterity inherits posterity/
Hands like lightning and a heart full of charity//
Any time they mind cloudy wisdom give 'em clarity/
Control the storm inside like Halle Berry//
I pray they not Pharisees and never sleep with pigs/
Know the Father's love from when they was little kids//
Look into your eyes, realize possibilities are endless/
I pray they wear your love like a necklace//
Help me steward like Little, help me love like Brad/
The greatest dream I have's to be a good dad//
Rejoice and be glad on the day when I hold my first son/
Like Mufasa did to Simba in the sun//
And if I have a daughter, I flower in full bloom/
I pray we having tea time Sunday afternoons//
More sugar than spoons, protect her from the goons/
Nap-time, story-time, Saturday cartoons//



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