Soul
Carry my soul in a backpack
Loners club
Food for the soul imma need that
And a blunt
Too soon, life move fast
She love me back in the past
She left me when I got the cash
I guess money ain't shit
Funny ain't this
Simpin' I do
When I'm high In the sky
Surprise for ya eyes
It's a simple haiku
Wishing I do
Thinking past you
Believe me
Thoughts to the roof
God tellin me
Dogs chasin' you
Devils in the room
God tellin me
God ain't you
Flaws all cool
Stuck in the stu'
Buck on the one five
Luck in the trash
Stuck on the same shit
Love in the past
Cut off the lame shit
Fuck off this new shit
Crust in ya eyes
Hope you Sleep when you passed
Loners Club
Ya know
Lately
Only lately
Started to uhh
Carry my soul in a backpack
Loners club
Food for the soul imma need that
And a blunt
Too soon, life move fast
She love me back in the past
Carry my soul in a backpack
Backpack
Food for the soul imma need that
Need that
Too soon, life move fast
She love me back in the past
Oh god
I can't fucking stand you
And all your stupid fucking friends
All you do is talk about god damn music
And I'm so fucking sick of it
Loners club
Food for the soul imma need that
And a blunt
Too soon, life move fast
She love me back in the past
She left me when I got the cash
I guess money ain't shit
Funny ain't this
Simpin' I do
When I'm high In the sky
Surprise for ya eyes
It's a simple haiku
Wishing I do
Thinking past you
Believe me
Thoughts to the roof
God tellin me
Dogs chasin' you
Devils in the room
God tellin me
God ain't you
Flaws all cool
Stuck in the stu'
Buck on the one five
Luck in the trash
Stuck on the same shit
Love in the past
Cut off the lame shit
Fuck off this new shit
Crust in ya eyes
Hope you Sleep when you passed
Loners Club
Ya know
Lately
Only lately
Started to uhh
Carry my soul in a backpack
Loners club
Food for the soul imma need that
And a blunt
Too soon, life move fast
She love me back in the past
Carry my soul in a backpack
Backpack
Food for the soul imma need that
Need that
Too soon, life move fast
She love me back in the past
Oh god
I can't fucking stand you
And all your stupid fucking friends
All you do is talk about god damn music
And I'm so fucking sick of it
Credits
Writer(s): Antonio Acosta
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