I.N.H
So where is my soul
I need help
I've lost control, by myself
So where is my soul
I need help
I've lost control, by myself
Too stuck in my head, I've been off my rocker, oh ohh oh
They wanna run it bet, half of these lyrics ain't digested in my stomach yet
Dissecting every millisec I might die living in the retrospect
You should try slippin in my boot a sec, it got a die entering the boot effect
In the ride whippin burnig buddha bet
I seen green lights where my bad habit roads intersect
Wishing that my heart was rose gold
But it's all black and it's so cold and it's all mold
Get the disaffect an my fist clenched, get your lips swole
If you disrespect look it's nightmares when I'm wide awake
Your mind's supposed to be a hideaway
But my thoughts surf tidal waves
Praying that my dreams find a way
It's a long road, it's a long road, it's a long road
Can you manage? Don't fall off, it's a long fall, won't be called soft
Take a bold man to withstand it
I had to play cards I was handed
I had to get the bag like a bandit
Felt like it's quicksand where I landed
Who put these chains on? Let me vanish
Shit got my head spinnin like a tornado, throwing tantrums
I hope the 27 club show me love with a purple rug an a big whip like...
So where is my soul
I need help
I've lost control, by myself
So where is my soul
I need help
I've lost control, by myself
I need help
I've lost control, by myself
So where is my soul
I need help
I've lost control, by myself
Too stuck in my head, I've been off my rocker, oh ohh oh
They wanna run it bet, half of these lyrics ain't digested in my stomach yet
Dissecting every millisec I might die living in the retrospect
You should try slippin in my boot a sec, it got a die entering the boot effect
In the ride whippin burnig buddha bet
I seen green lights where my bad habit roads intersect
Wishing that my heart was rose gold
But it's all black and it's so cold and it's all mold
Get the disaffect an my fist clenched, get your lips swole
If you disrespect look it's nightmares when I'm wide awake
Your mind's supposed to be a hideaway
But my thoughts surf tidal waves
Praying that my dreams find a way
It's a long road, it's a long road, it's a long road
Can you manage? Don't fall off, it's a long fall, won't be called soft
Take a bold man to withstand it
I had to play cards I was handed
I had to get the bag like a bandit
Felt like it's quicksand where I landed
Who put these chains on? Let me vanish
Shit got my head spinnin like a tornado, throwing tantrums
I hope the 27 club show me love with a purple rug an a big whip like...
So where is my soul
I need help
I've lost control, by myself
So where is my soul
I need help
I've lost control, by myself
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Writer(s): Steven Hepler
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