Lost Souls

(Ayo, Ran, turn that up) R.i.p. Telly R.i.p Gang At first I was blind to the fact, baby, I'm not no more Wasted time can't go back, so long for them lost souls So long, so long for them lost souls Hold on, hold on let me reload Two in the morning, she hittin' me up she calling my phone I been on the road, right now I been doin' shows I'm performing with it on me, that fuck shit don't condone it The way she moving her body I'm loving her performance I be off the drugs, sometimes I be feeling like a zombie And she got a fetish for money, no she won't get nothin' from me But I'm gooked up out my body, pour lean in lemonade A lyrical what you make, I'm lyrical what they say I ain't mean to push you away, I rather give you some space I shot back with a 308, they tried to kill me no way At first I was blind to the fact, baby, I'm not no more Wasted time can't go back, so long for them lost souls So long, so long for them lost souls Hold on, hold on let me reload Hold on, let me reload I'm on and now they know My wrist, can't tell the time 'Cause it's froze Dropped a bag on him I'm zoomin', now they gone And now they gone --- Lost Souls - SpotemGottem