Testo LOST THOUGHTS - Kol-B feat. Capo
Testo della canzone LOST THOUGHTS (Kol-B feat. Capo), tratta dall'album LOST THOUGHTS (feat. Capo) - Single
New year brings new problems
All my blunts is rolled proper
Right now its my only option
Bustin shots like Dennis Rodman
I'm on the phone tryna reach home
Why won't my thoughts just leave me alone
Paradigm shift, I'm on my own
Paradigm shift, I'm on my own
New year brings new problems
All my blunts is rolled proper
Right now its my only option
Bustin shots like Dennis Rodman
I'm on the phone tryna reach home
Why won't my thoughts just leave me alone
Paradigm shift, I'm on my own
Paradigm shift, I'm on my own
Young kid little punk shit
Started out banging on buckets
Part of me doing some fuck shit causing ruckus getting busted
Suspect for destruction, cussed at at the function
Misused turned issues, I'm going places you ain't been to
I can hear the snakes hissing but not one shit has been given
Who gives a fuck I dismiss them
Don't give a fuck they won't listen
My lines I write with precision
They all be chasing the cash
Strait bragging about cap then write their songs for an app
If I'm being honest I feel like I'm on some gone shit
Reality dishonest I'm just all up in my conscience
Sit and complain playing the game running around this nonsense
Killing for gain
Going insane
All to make a profit
Self lobotomy look what you taught to me feel like a lost cause
Block's hot, may be my high, feel like my mind's stopped
Tab dropped
New dimensions exploring my consciousness
Washed up
Lost in thoughts Imma rewrite my script
New year brings new problems
All my blunts is rolled proper
Right now its my only option
Bustin shots like Dennis Rodman
I'm on the phone tryna reach home
Why won't my thoughts just leave me alone
Paradigm shift, I'm on my own
Paradigm shift, I'm on my own
New year brings new problems
All my blunts is rolled proper
Right now its my only option
Bustin shots like Dennis Rodman
I'm on the phone tryna reach home
Why won't my thoughts just leave me alone
Paradigm shift, I'm on my own
Paradigm shift, I'm on my own
Yeah hotter than hell
Know I keep it chill
All my dogs locked up sitting in jail
I ain't never feel, though I stay real
I ain't even trap yeah running with a deal
That's just how I feel
Money for the bills
Got it on a track you know I bang shit still
Bumpin that seal, riding with a mil
Got a full clip with a stainless steel
No cap, keep shit real with the show tax
Can't break trail with a roadmap
Keep the fit scaled for the Cognac
East side running on Henny
Smoking on that kill no Kenny
X O drippin like Remy
Got it on my hip you know I'm ready yeah
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Writer(s): Corbin Hughes
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