Lost Soul

Lyrics

[Chorus] Yeah, sometimes I feel like a lost soul (Yo) Tired of the arguments, it's gettin' old (Yeah) Tired of this bitch, man, it's gettin' old (Yeah) Finna take a risk, you know what I'm on [Verse] I should drop 30 on my wrist, make it two-tone But I should just get a new crib, bought a new home Wh-when I get my new crib, then my mother 'lone You might as well just teleport, you got stuck at home Ehh, I feel like I'm Taylor Gang when I'm gettin' stoned You just gotta disrespect one time, then you know I'm gone I did not give her [?], bitch, you know I'm on You know that niggas playin', I done spent two million on my fuckin' own Hold on, let me make this a shit-talking song Swerving with your bitch, and I got my Rick Owens on I don't even be knowing names of these drugs no more Just walk in your favorite store and I'm buying all the clothes (What, whoa) Knock a bitch down, yeah, my favorite game dominoes I just know English but I told that bitch, "adiós" Bitch smell like a seafood spot, yeah, she Pappadeaux Lil' bitch got her titties done, now she poppin' those You can't be talkin' shit about me, your bank account froze Mine on the other hand, it's filled with them zeros My bitch, on the other hand, she know how to cook and roll And all my other hoes, they know how to rock and roll I think I took after my dad, I could [?] spot a hoe But when I get that one bitch, that bitch gon' be mine, though But when I get that one female, she gon' be mine, though (Whoa, whoa, whoa) Hopefully 24/7, I'm on her mind, though You a good burger, and she eating on my mind, though Twenty blunts, that's a twenty piece, no combo [Chorus] Yeah, sometimes I feel like a lost soul (Yo) Tired of the arguments, it's gettin' old (Yeah) Tired of this bitch, man, it's gettin' old (Yeah) Finna take a risk, you know what I'm on Yeah, sometimes I feel like a lost soul (Yo) Tired of the arguments, it's gettin' old (Yeah) Tired of this bitch, man, it's gettin' old (Yeah) Finna take a risk, you know what I'm on