Soul 2 Leave

Written by Douglas Firestein

It wasn’t too long ago
When I was a big dog
Top of the music scene
At least in my genre

Everyone knew my name
Controversy was intense
Now it’s been several years
Since I’ve had any hits

Now don’t get me wrong
I am doing just fine
But I hate seeing suckas
Making the money that’s mine

Where are the Dougie’s
All my so-called fans
I’m out here making records
But y’all ain’t buying them

Do you want the music to die?
Do you want my soul to leave
After all I’ve done for you
Just do one thing for me

Go
(Whoa, oh oh oh……..)
I said Go……..Fuck……..Yourself

Yes, Of course I know
I’m handling this wrong
It just really bothers me
So many fans are gone

It will never be the same
I am well aware of this
Suckas used to be unique
Now they’re all the kids

Well this here sad song
Will get worse over time
If all of the chart numbers
Show it stall at number 9

Where are the Dougie’s
All my so-called fans
I’m out here making records
But y’all ain’t buying them

Do you want the music to die?
Do you want my soul to leave
After all I’ve done for you
Just do one thing for me

Go
(Whoa, oh oh oh……..)
I said Go……..Fuck……..Yourself

My apologies to you
The chorus was crass
So take this apology
And shove it up your ass

Where are the Dougie’s
All my so-called fans
I’m out here making records
But y’all ain’t buying them

Do you want the music to die?
Do you want my soul to leave
After all I’ve done for you
Just do one thing for me

Go
(Whoa, oh oh oh……..)
I said Go……..Fuck……..Yourself