Lost Souls

(álbum: She Loves Me - 2020)

I'm all up your nose like what you snort
I'm hot black coffee, call me Tim Hortons
I'm a sneaker pimp, I be like, "Fuck Jordans"
I ain't buying that shit, it ain't important
You happy 'cause you got some pussy
Nigga, you bust your first nut
Welcome to the real world, nobody gives a fuck
You happy 'cause you got some money
Nigga, you spent your first bucks
Welcome to the real world, nobody gives a fuck
Don't wanna be your friend, I don't wanna be your bestie
You got me twisted, stay up off my testes
Don't ask me no questions about if I hit your chick before
Nine times out of ten, if she know me, she sucked my dick before
Back in the day, I may have sold you a brick before
If the police be listening, that ain't how I stack my chips no more
Jumped up out of bed, still high from yesterday
Looked up at the sky and said, "Yes, I'm blessed today"

This is for all the people that's dead and gone
For all the lost souls out there trying to find they way back home
This is for the people that's out there all alone
But we all in this together, so we sing the same sad song
This is for all the people that's dead and gone
For all the lost souls out there trying to find they way back home
This is for the people that's out there all alone
But we all in this together, so we sing the same sad song

I'm sitting in a boat on the Pacific Ocean
While you riding in your car, I was steady coasting
Christmas in the summertime, chest nuts roasting
Call me [?], catching waves slow motion
Learn to live life, laugh at the pain, though
Love the sunshine but learn to love in the rain, though
Take it how it come, get it how you give it
Only one way to find out, you gotta live it
Blowing purple haze, stuck in my wicked ways
Feel the sun rays on my face, throwing shade
Fingers tired from counting money all day
You hustle like a comedian, funny how y'all play
But no matter how much money we get
Dumping dead bodies in the river make ya seasick
Making money on the streets, for people just to eat
The things they gotta do, you won't believe it

This is for all the people that's dead and gone
For all the lost souls out there trying to find they way back home
This is for the people that's out there all alone
But we all in this together, so we sing the same sad song
This is for all the people that's dead and gone
For all the lost souls out there trying to find they way back home
This is for the people that's out there all alone
But we all in this together, so we sing the same sad song

My brother went to jail for fifteen years, my sister on crack
Having chest pains, feel like I'ma have a heart attack
I can't sleep at night, all I have is nightmares
Walk down the street, and all I get is funny stares
I'm talking to myself
'Cause that's the only one that seems to get me
Got a rusty razor blade and now my wrist is saying "slit me"
Jesus Christ I prayed to be a superstar in Heaven
But I got a 12-gauge and robbed a 7-Eleven
Now I'm thinking suicidal thoughts
I know that what I'm doing's wrong
I had to put two in his dome
I shouldn't have listened to this song
I could go on and on and on
With suicidal thoughts in my dome, but I'd rather be like
I'm sitting on the beach, sand in my toes
I'm having so much money, I don't need a ho
But nonetheless still know how to treat 'em, though
I need a helicopter, I need a speed boat
I need binoculars to spot a flock of seagulls
And still I ride the egos on the regals
I'm not judging you if your business is illegal
But all I'm saying is just keep it away from me, bro

This is for all the people that's dead and gone
For all the lost souls out there trying to find they way back home
This is for the people that's out there all alone
But we all in this together, so we sing the same sad song
This is for all the people that's dead and gone
For all the lost souls out there trying to find they way back home
This is for the people that's out there all alone
But we all in this together, so we sing the same sad song