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letra de lonely soul - ruthle$ j

[intro]

so, so?
yeah, yeah
feelin’

[verse]

feeling like i’m probably finna od
hopefully, tunnel closing on my soul feelin hopeless, smokin weed while on probation
yeah you think that you know me
lately i’ve been feelin lonely loosened grip on my focus, the devils opus
overdosing on a loss of control, twisting words in sentence, that i can’t spit when i’m loaded
i lost my momma way before she hit the bottle
it’s hard to swallow, like the 80 proof i use to numb my conscious, man
i lost my heart to these b-tches
it’s seems my common sense ain’t common feeling sorry for myself and my issues
sick of trippin over misinterpretations but lately
the way i’m livin got me hatin these women
still complacent, hatred mixed with rage and depression
pain pills on the daily i can’t complain that she left me
she always, you always, she tried, she tried to say that she gets me
i ain’t believe it, but instead of f-ckin leaving i cheated, regretted
it seems to me, that i repeat all my past endeavors
that’s insane of me, abrasively brash, p-ssive with demons
half the sh-t i say, i’m in my feelings when i write it
so it’s realer when you hear it, disappear into the night
i tend to spend my time alone, don’t let these people around
it’s easier now, i’m cheesin when the reaper around
i mean, i feel like all the f-ckin light inside my life is burning out
surprised it ain’t happen sooner, yo
but could you blame me? never been an atheist
but how could i explain to this dame that, i’ve sold my soul to satan
having dreams from the bottom, release my heat with a bottle
my worst fear is to lose you and be like my momma
i, hop, right outta bed and pop the oxy
obvious-ly i got a problem, at least i’m honest
i’m still runnin from the feelings that i caught like a common
cold feet but please believe me i’m still heated i got em
look, i know she love me, at least that’s what she tell me
she say she havin doubts but i could guess before she failed me
im depressed so i be neckin, but that ain’t your f-ckin problem
still searchin for some solace lemme know you come across it
im a hollow soul, hollarin at grandmamas ghost
kinda sad, hands shakin, either cancer or c-ke
i told my last one i hate her, and told my next i can’t love her
stuck in a state of complacence, she see the pain that i covet
it’s been dark for the longest, ain’t no light in the tunnel
you can’t see what i’ve become cause i been hidin you from it
my soul hollow as the motherf-ckin bottle i’m chuggin
gettin faded, slippin from all of my problems and troubles, i’m gone, so?

- ruthle j

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