First Glitch Songtext
von Daye Jack

Welcome to soul glitch (my)
Welcome to soul glitch

My name is Diet Jack, a young aristocrat
A master of massive masses, want a piece of that
The Rasta peace, I′m soul-searching, looking for my path
If truth of tweet on Twitter never will I follow back
Run, run, this time, time, I'm taking laps
Your men dumb and dumb stunt make me laugh
Live and learn, the teacher thinking out his ass
I′m the son, the chosen kid to change the facts

Facts he asked me, maybe I'm the loser cat
Blast me, cast me, picking this to ruin his ass
Mean mugging, never smile as I think the past
Watered-down mind through the niggers still taking bass (party)


Soul glitch
Daye Jack
Soul, soul, soul, soul, soul, soul
Soul soul soul soul, soul glitch
Soul, soul, soul, soul, soul, soul
Soul, soul, soul, soul, soul glitch

Said the gentle, mental mind is lifted
Buffed in my physique, growing higher, hunger
Gearing up for eating this physique
Filled with laughter, savage, I'm a cook, a chef, and this a feast
Time to travel far and wide and see them mouth beneath to eat
In the glitchin′ picture, see the pixelator paint our peach
When a starving driver′s dying, living aimless for the street
No appartment has the turn to save 'em, down on all they knees
I will make all sit in distanced, close his eyes and fuckin′ sleep

Welcome to soul glitch
Daye Jack
Soul, soul, soul, soul, soul, soul
Soul, soul, soul, soul, soul, soul
Soul, soul, soul, soul, soul, soul
Soul, soul, soul, soul, soul, soul
Soul glitch