Soul No. 5 - Caroline Rose

I got a bicycle, I’m cruising down the street

I like to keep it loose, a freak in the sheets

I got a credit card and I use it all the time

I got the goochi, goochi, gooey, oozy, icky, oozy style

I do a hair flip, I strut my stuff

You whispering at me, I can’t hear you, I say «what»

I don’t have a job but I got a lot of time

Baby, show me yours and then maybe I’ll show you mine

Bang, bang and away she goes

Souped up, man, I’m ready to blow

I got soul, I got soul

I got soul

Rolling their windows down and screaming out my name

Like, «you looking good, mama, how you doin'?

You and me, girl, we have a really good time»

But I like to hit 'em and quit 'em, that’s just my style

I wear kicks, bitch, fresh out the box

I got that box go like pop, pop, pop

Rolling out the carpet and then shining down the lights

My girls are looking good and we going out tonight

Bang bang, and away she goes

Souped up, girl, I am ready to blow

I got soul, I got soul

I got soul, soul

Soul, soul, soul

I got soul, I got soul

I got soul, soul

Soul, soul, soul