Yung Crusha - Lost Soul / Just Follow (Prod. Tape$) Lyrics

Broken
He soak-in the pain
Folding
Lets pray on his name
They would all cry at the grave
Wouldn't have done it again
Tokin he floatin away
Woken but closin the frame
Potent lost hope so I'm copin again
Lord am I real?
Always thought you were fake
Why aren't I sane, thoughts of death in my brain... brain... brain

So I heard say less start workin more
Let the bass roar man f*ck before
Cause the present is present (n the present a present)
Melancholy dreams but my flow is resilient
Feelin godly my flowin bodies
Never stoppin say f*ck a college you get it got it
Past days I felt demonic had to frolic for the profit
Goin super sonic yuh yung f*ckin stunna get rich
Tryna build a pyramid n get digits
Cause I spit that frigid
Chilly bars betta grab your mittens
Girls wetta every sentence
Meant this
Here's a quick pic for ya image
Guzzlin tall boys n smoking imma menace
I'm f*ckin livin buisness
Quick hands be the witness...
Switch stance you a victim
Fish em, in like a hook
Look again now they shook
Went from broke n a crook
To a man writing books

Went from broke n a crook
To a man writing books...

Went from broke n a crook
To a man writing books...

IMMA Lost Soul...
But I'll be good by tomorrow

Smoking on that poison Ivyyy
All these drugs I need an IV(ee)
I be having these philosophies
Wannabee to a prodigy
Anxiety it hold me back
Society it hold me back
Priorities from authorities my polaroid kept fading black
Sobriety will finally be the sanity of my entirety
From a lost teen no irony but i'm the realest
Tell me pls can you feel this
I put my life on this paper
N smoking pain til it's vapor

3... 2... 1...

Nobody to check my 6, so I light this spliff
Not vicodin but it's guaranteed the mic will spin
When it's in my hands.. fk the fake shit, let the bass hit
I'm not stuck, I moved on... it's too late, your crew gone *ugh*
Baby am I good enough?
Life's tough
In the past you didn't budge
Now i'm feelin down
Your voice was the perfect sound
Only thing that turns my frown
I came from the underground
Bout to be runnin this town (doh)
Chillin in da condo
Painting you picasso
Pillow talking
Til we brain dead and we fossils
Drivin murcielago
All u gotta do is follow
Smokin colorado
Playin some chicago
We connectin like legato
Let this be your motto
Cause youz a fkin model
We can sit back watch sopranos
Just follow
Baby girl just follow...