Soul Kitchen

Here's a toast Yes [Verse 1: O.C.] Monday nights at Soul Kitchen She get a beer Listening to rare jams Like this one Vodka and crans flowing Weed blowing Nobody's pushing out It's blessed to be alive Me and mines (Let Me) [Hook] Cool out now Too loud Pull out making ya move round Pull circles off the haze cloud No pressure, vibe is right We decide to do it the way we want Its ours now (Let me) [Verse 2] Good vibe is all Prize, positive times Made for those who make it home Safe And theres no time to waste C'mon Breaking all the rules The jewels protect it Its not permitted for fools now Now let it do what it do Its organic fresh to death Composed by Ray West Homie (Let me) [Hook x2] [Verse 3] Unaware of time Living on cloud nine Rosay for grown folk Keep it adult The evening result Peaceful thing the scene Soothing my whole frame Supreme Like a canopy on a beach With white sands, and fly sunsets With palm trees Flashbacks on Aruba Me and my puba Six days and seven nights Of bliss, shits, and cool outs Classics spinning Flashing, grinning Having a ball The place to be Is down at the Soul Kitchen C'mon down [Hook]