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Lost Souls Video (MV)




Performed By: SpotemGottem
Length: 2:19
Written by: Nehemiah Harden




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(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 f*ck 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
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(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 f*ck 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
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Writer: Nehemiah Harden
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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