Lost of Souls - Lil Ricch & Akwesi1

I hit the highway Touch life barely sixteen No angel of mercy Coming down to save the soul of me I took a Greyhound limousine Straight to grand central NYC It was ass, gas, or grass, living fast Nobody rides for free Chorus: Living it up, giving it up Living in the valley of lost souls Wanting it all, taking the fall Living in the valley of lost souls Miss Misery come ride me How I love her company She did Boston justice And wronged all the right out of me The devil wears a black suit He says I'm livin' like a bum So what I'm looking like I'm half dead A gypsy on the run Chorus Feels like time's running out on me But I wasn't born to play nobody's fool Ain't nobody gonna hold me down to play nobody's fool Ain't nobody gonna hold me down I've got to roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll Solo Chorus Somebody save me Chorus Somebody save me Chorus Somebody save me

In Babylon on the boulevard of broken dreams My will power at the lowest ebb Oh what can I do? Oh buccaneer! Can ya help me put my truck in gear? Can ya take me far away from here, save my soul from sin? You wanna get away You've had it man Nothing's going right so come sit on the sands of the island Island of lost souls No luxuries, no no amenities Too dull, your senses Oh oh! Only primitive! Hey hey! Really get away, is what he said Where did he go? I'm tired of waiting here for him Where can he be? He's not with me Where did he go? What will I do alone? Why did he run, run away from me? The sky is blue, the sea is warm and clear And golden sands are calling out to you inviting Make a new man outta you You can come for a while, come with a friend Forget about work, start all over again, let the real you through Here's what we do Where did he go? I'm tired of waiting here for him Where can he be? He's not with me Where did he go? What will I do alone? Why did he run, run away from me? Oh-oh oh-oh! Oh buccaneer! Can you help me put my truck in gear? Can you take me far away from here, save my soul from sin? No luxuries, no no amenities Too dull, your senses Oh oh! Only primitive! Hey hey! Really get away Island of lost souls Eee ya ya ya ya ya! Island of Lost Souls Iya iya iya iya island Oh oh oh oh Island of lost souls

The water's edge is where she waits Lost soul still wandering Meant to die But she's stuck not crossing over The other side is where he waits His spirit reaching out Meant to save But she's too scared to take his hand Living in a world without you Drowning in the past Is living in no world at all So now I call on you Remember me, I gave you life You would not take it Your suffering was all in vain It's almost over now Don't turn your back on paradise Feeling scared She's prepared to give up everything She can't stand To feel like half of her is fading He will choose the only way To rid her of her pain Take her soul now The decision has been made Living in a world without love A burden to my soul Is living in a worthless world So I will call on you Remember me, I gave you life You would not take it Your suffering was all in vain It's almost over Remember me, you were so young How could I tell you? Remember me, I am the one Who saved your life that night I was the one Who would not abandon you Even in death I was the one Who would not leave you I used my freedom to protect you And all the while direct you Do you remember me this time? Even in death I gave you life I gave you life I wanted to deserve a place A place beside you This time when I reached out my hand It reached all the way to heaven Remember me, I gave you life You would not take it Your suffering was all in vain It's almost over now Goodbye It's almost over now Goodbye It's time I release you from this life Don't turn your back on paradise

This boy got a hit I just want you hear me when I pull up, skrr Have a conversation, don't wanna see you hurt You ain't settle for him 'cause you know your worth Got it from the mud I got it out the dirt These bitches tell you anything to get into your pocket These bitches fucking with me 'cause they know I'm all vibes Pull up in the i8 and these bitches start droppin' She wanna go to my place had these bitches' jaw droppin' See I got tell my feelings gotta tell the truth You could be for these bitches they won't be for you I had a down bitch I ain't know what to do I had to chase this rap shit and go get the loot And I don't mean that I don't give the world to my bitch I know she was down so she deserve to be rich Shawty I'ma go and get you Birkin bags That Rolls Royce you can be the first to have it If I see it, I'm a grab it Take you to Atlanta we gon' flood out Magic You not by my side shawty I can't imagine You make me choosin' you but you know rap my passion I ain't tryna play you this not On Demand Tryna run that check up tryna get them bands That bitch is my fan I am not your man I don't know these bitches they just want my sand Blow up twenty piece 'cause I know I can Put it on a ring so I can ask your hand I'm just tryna blow up while I'm on tour So I can have the flowers hoppin' out that Benz Look at you it's lookin' the mirror Bought you Cartier's now you seeing clearer I bought that new Ferrari we gon' take to dinner Come fuck with double R, we some fucking winners Get your best friend, I call Chris he can tag team along Talkin' 'bout my feelings I ain't tryna brag too long I'm just tryna tell you that I'm all yours Shopping bags, we can have a car full Slide down the window while I pull up Backwoods had the windows rolled up Just make sure that you never ever use me 'Cause I can never fuck with none these groupies Your friend tryna tell you that I ain't a right nigga Don't listen to 'em they tryna have no life with ya Just hang 'em up don't let them break the frame on my picture They fuck the same niggas these bitches won't ride with you See I'm just tryna tell you how I feel inside Turn this music on when you ain't feeling right Turn on Roddy Ricch when niggas tryna vibe I'm in your mind, I'm in your mind Ayy, I'm in your mind Ayy, ayy, tell 'em I'm in your mind Ayy, shawty do you mind Can I just vibe? Ayy, yeah Ayy, don't break the frame on my picture Hey these bitches they won't ride with you Tryna take you to the sky, ride with me Hey, baby I just wanna take you high Fly with me, ayy Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah Hey, hey, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, hey This boy got a hit

Flew my bitch out from Thailand, yeah, she do the most My niggas hot like some Cayenne, sittin' in your throat They spend a quarter million in the private, just for the show Shawty gon' call a nigga "Your highness", 'cause we fuck on the low And I get about 12 for a key If a nigga playin' chess, I'm king My niggas ridin' with Berettas, fuck a sting You know I'm poppin' every little team Got a lot of D, got a lot of hundreds Go to buy the bitch with a lot of money You know Bird loungin' by the pool You know Donbo comin' with the woo I think Keefa just bought some new sneakers Five-thousand, them bitches brand-new I was ridin' on the jet' with lil Setty He my lil' bro, but that nigga heavy I spent 25 thou' on her titties They took her ass fat right out her belly I want some diamonds, I want some baguetties Eliantte callin' every time I'm ready Off a couple bars, I don't need a medic If I did it, then I meant it and I said it Dwayne Wade, I kept the heat Say she a squirter, it got wet on the seat I got a burden like a man in a meet Feel like I buy another safe every week Fivio said she a wetty I was sittin' at the trap house, whippin' shit out the crocker like Betty All a nigga need 'bout ten racks He'll pop you if you pop a 30 My lil' nigga do dirty He just need the lil' wordie Give a fuck 'bout the verdict Flew my bitch out from Thailand, yeah, she do the most My niggas hot like some Cayenne, sittin' in your throat They spend a quarter million in the private, just for the show Shawty gon' call a nigga "Your highness", 'cause we fuck on the low And I get about 12 for a key If a nigga playin' chess, I'm king My niggas ridin' with Berettas, fuck a sting You know I'm poppin' every little team Got a lot of D, got a lot of hundreds Go to buy the bitch with a lot of money Ayy, if I got the time, fuck her like a menace Open up her tonsils like she at the dentist Writin' checks, had to work on my penmanship What you got, I spent more on my fit, I spent more on my bitch 20 bitches on top of the Ritz Got the store, you should cop you some kicks We gettin' money hooray, hooray, hooray Havin' dodey on dodey, ain't talkin' no stimulus We went to war for this shit When you stackin' up paper on paper on paper You gon' need some more of this shit Livin' prototype they gon' copy a nigga I done spent some Ms on my property, nigga Got rich off "The Box" how I box me a nigga Flew my bitch out from Thailand, yeah, she do the most My niggas hot like some Cayenne, sittin' in your throat They spend a quarter million in the private, just for the show Shawty gon' call a nigga "Your highness", 'cause we fuck on the low And I get about 12 for a key If a nigga playin' chess, I'm king My niggas ridin' with Berettas, fuck a sting You know I'm poppin' every little team Got a lot of D, got a lot of hundreds Go to buy the bitch with a lot of money

She said she wanna ride in a coupe So I might pour a five or a deuce, ay Might pour five or a deuce, yeah She said she wanna ride in a coupe, ay Listen, baby, I play my moves with you maybe Listen, baby, you know how I'm livin', baby Young nigga trappin' off the iPhone Black bands, I forgot to turn the lights on Me and my niggas rollin' in the eight-six On some player shit, but yeah, I keep that TEC, bitch I want a hundred bands on a necklace So I get a hundred bands on my necklace 20K on Instagram so, bitch, you think you poppin'? Chase a bag, won't chase a bitch, 'cause broke shit ain't a option I was kickin' in doors, I was really flockin' Know some niggas down bad, know some niggas locked in That's why I keep that double cup poured up That Rollie on my wrist, you know it's frozed up She want a rich nigga, so she chose us See LA 250 how I roll up She said she wanna ride in a coupe So I might pour a five or a deuce, ay Might pour five or a deuce, yeah She said she wanna ride in a coupe, ay Listen, baby, I play my moves with you maybe Listen, baby, you know how I'm livin', baby Young nigga trappin' off the iPhone Black bands, I forgot to turn the lights on My Cuban Diddy Boppin' My Rollie Milly Rockin' It's Ace bottles, if I got it then my niggas got it And we was down bad, now my niggas really shoppin' We cop Birk' bags, 'Lenciaga, Cargan dollars That bitch gon' fuck with niggas 'cause she know I'm ballin' She hit my iPhone, told that bitch stop callin' I clicked on her, told the money, "Bitch, I'm all in" You couldn't dig me, if you did then you would fall in She said she wanna ride in a coupe So I might pour a five or a deuce, ay Might pour five or a deuce, yeah She said she wanna ride in a coupe, ay Listen, baby, I play my moves with you maybe Listen, baby, you know how I'm livin', baby Young nigga trappin' off the iPhone Black bands, I forgot to turn the lights on