Lost Souls Lyrics

Home sweet home

Where the city is famous but the talents unknown

Fancy linen on the prettiest women

Your good nights is our good mornings we live while you rest

Where we gamble our souls to please our flesh

M.G.M Must Gain Momentum to seize our palace (Caesars Palace)

Where the slot machines sing the prettiest ballad

But it's the hustlers that keep the city balanced

Yeah yeah yeah

Whoa whoa

Yeah yeah yeah

I might pull up with the newest bitch up in newest shit

Every beat I show my ass think I'm on some nudist shit

I nuder shit

I'm nuking shit

Swear my life a MOVIE SCRIPT

Hit the table for a FAST FIVE the shit was LUDACRIS

Use to tell the bitch I love her now I'm texting who is this

Boi who you diss

Who they call the best better dial us (Dallas) like LUKA bitch

Lil goofy bitch

When I walk inside the place the room get lit

My jewlery glitch

T.O.P the new commission hoe we made the rules for this

I was stuck inside the losers pit and didn't lose a grip

We move our feet you move your lips

You new to this

We knew this shit

Her pussy trash I booed that bitch

You wife that hoe you boo that bitch

Silencer that tooley lift

Like X-MEN I'm mute'n (MUTANT) shit

Pew pew I'm shooting shit

Bullets going through the whip

Exit wound through the hip

I put my heart in that I put my all in that

A walking almanac

I'm army strapped

You niggas target prac

You know I taught em that

Then brought em back

I'm making artifacts cause all my art is facts

Three way'd my dreams and success and they ain't call me back

Click

Sad story

The end

You must be from STOCKHOLM you grew up on a sweet end (SWEDEN)

Me I'm from trenches really grew up on the deep end

Money conversations with my angels and my demons

MONEY CONVERSATIONS WITH MY ANGELS AND MY DEMONS

Stuck up at the crossroads with the lost souls

I've been stuck up at the crossroads with the lost souls

I've been stuck up at the crossroads with the lost souls

I've been stuck up at the crossroads with the lost souls