Lost Souls Songtext
von Meechy Darko feat. Denzel Curry & Busta Rhymes

God, tell me why the real ones die
Tell me why I still get high
Tell me why I feel much pain, but I still won′t cry
Tell me why the street's on fire

I am like any other lost soul
That′s the reason I get low
Hell stay hot, but tell me why the world so cold
Only reason why I can't fold, I am

Money talks, wealth whispers
I drop gems, spit hot bars that melt niggas
The hell driven earth-shaker, scale-tipper
How come the good dry up, but the evil still spillin'

Welcome to the dark side where it get real different
Let it up by chopper in the sky and hope that God feel it
For my lost niggas, beware of backstabbers
Energy bandits and thought stealers


Cold-blooded of course my heart been frostbitten
Money, power, addiction, and sex them all killers
Let off triggers, twin Glocks, stiff them up, good double cross niggas
Rather die a hundred times before I take her life, kill ′em

God, tell me why the real ones die
Tell me why I still get high
Tell me why I feel much pain, but I still won′t cry
Tell me why the street's on fire

I am like any other lost soul
That′s the reason I get low
Hell stay hot, but tell me why the world so cold
Only reason why I can't fold, I

Pussy, money, weed
Money, power ego trippin′ brought me to my knees
Hopin' God hear my pleas
Tears in my eyes, to my girl never leave
Forever give ′em my love, now my stars in memories

Addicted to bitches and sucker business
And a business subtracted by my vision
Threw me of my mission (listen)
Was mentally broken like a junkie with bad dope
The devil fuckin' with me 'cause I′m our family′s last hope, damn


Dedicated to lost niggas and adversaries
And never between what's real and imaginary
And Chyna died from an overdose and the times is scary
The dedicated to all the brothers I had to bury

God, tell me why the real ones die
Tell me why I still get high
Tell me why I feel much pain, but I still won′t cry
Tell me why the street's on fire

I am like any other lost soul
That′s the reason I get low
Hell stay hot, but tell me why the world so cold
Only reason why I can't fold, I am

Yo, I hold on to every moment, I got this (ha)
Stay livin′ for today, 'cause you know tomorrow's ain′t promised (ho)
I face the adversaries and deal with the logics (ha)
I conquer every obstacle and put out the garbage (ha)

I represent the struggle, while I challenge the heartless (ha)
And do it for the world now watch me paint like an artist (ha)
Ready for every war while I′m in a stolen cartridge
And I hope you ridin' with me ′cause I'm ready to start this, let′s go

Long as you with me, let me tell you friend (yuh)
And I promise that I'm fightin′ with you to the very end (yuh)
And strike the hardest like a lightning in a stormy wind (yuh)
To the death now tattoo it all up in my skin (uh)

You don't want it when I back the heater (hoo)
I got a nation of millions that's followin′ a leader (yuh)
My revenge is now when you know I never settle (never)
Fully equipped, suited and booted, full metal

We ′bout to take it entirely to the newest level
This God shit we on, trust we quick to abuse the devil
Every time I come, and I give it to the people, so glorious
You will see how much we victorious

God, tell me why the real ones die
Tell me why I still get high
Tell me why I feel much pain, but I still won't cry
Tell me why the street′s on fire

I am like any other lost soul
That's the reason I get low
Hell stay hot, but tell me why the world so cold
Only reason why I can′t fold, I am

I am
I am