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letra de lost souls - konsov, inkling, tice

[verse: konsov]
3 pm you swear i would’ve woken up
last night i took two lines my heart is broken up i might pretend i’m fine cause we ain’t close enough
i fight to reach that high ill never sober up
i see a
dark path and i’m walking down it comfortably
i can see the past but i couldn’t see what’s in front of me
if i take what’s left i be living a life of luxury
if i take whats right ill just have to make a discovery
it is just what its gonna be
they ain’t bringing no love to me
they run to me
they run away
but still, this sh-t so fun to me
i know you got some love for me
and all these rappers under me
still bumming e to motivate
they couldn’t ever come for me
they hate u till u motherf-cking dead like peep
sleeping on an artist ’till he choking in his sleep
tryna paint the picture cause you had a part to play
praising the addiction till he thinks it got him fame
[pre-chorus]
no main goal to make tones expressing what is in thee
these scapegoats, they save gold holding on to what they envy
they scr-pe coke, dollar notes, they are pr-ne to valency
it’s save though, that they won’t reach for their excellency
epicurian pleasures, i get the appeal
you do it just to say it but that doesn’t make you real
you’re turning to an addict so that thought can conceal
you can’t take reality, go tell ’em how you feel
like

[chorus: konsov]
lost souls
lost souls
lost souls drinking remy snorting coke
lost souls and they looking for a show

[verse: inkling]
lost souls drinking remy, snorting coke
lost souls and they looking for a show huh?
chillin in my friend’s duplex, four hundred and twenty square feet
i’m taking my hits and then i’m taking my seat
needing all that support when i’m comanche chief
but i gotta quit smoking man, turn a new leaf
tobacco, not marijuana gimme the heat
and while you’re up; bro, go ahead and pour me a drink
i know i’m already pretty trashed but i’m trying to think
i know it’s only a year past but it’s all indistinct
lost souls drinking remy, snorting coke
tryin to make it okay to be bored, it’s not a joke
this is serious, i’ve seen my boy delirious
cleaning all the dust out between his t–th
just for the experience
and i get it, it’s hard for some just living
but when air and stoned’s your serotonin
it’s time for you to pivot
no, give it, give it, illicit limits could help us cope
you’re slimming pickings, no ribbit ribbit
you’ll simply croak
[pre-chorus]
no main goal to make tones expressing what is in thee
these scapegoats, they save gold holding on to what they envy
they scr-pe coke, dollar notes, they are pr-ne to valency
it’s save though, that they won’t reach for their excellency
epicurian pleasures, i get the appeal
you do it just to say it but that doesn’t make you real
you’re turning to an addict so that thought can conceal
you can’t take reality, go tell ’em how you feel
like
lost souls

- konsov inkling tice

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