[Verse 1: Soul ] Its Soul, Ive been so gold, so lonely, where my friends, I ain't got none. ive been the f**ing mans on the ends im on my f**ing soul, where am i supposed to go, im on the edge, im on the edge im so close to glory im so close to folding i can't myself i can't find the belt i can't find the d** i can't find the love wheres my friends wheres the b**h that said she loved me she no longer on the hunt for me... why i ain't boutta cry I don give no f**s, I lost my case I also lost my mind blow it away
[Verse 2: Mogan Maker] Alright alright alright alright alright its all right, its another ace of spades another beat to ace another canvas to draw this art out on and I dont give a f** if you poor your heart out to me I just wanted to f** she just wanted to hang out this sh**s is so strung out we never f**ing hung out we just looked inside the eyes I can't to decide whether or not to call her mine I can't decide whether or not to call her up at night and sometimes the thoughts start to defleet and I can't keep this focus its like I paused my mind and im coming back to focus its all the shrooms and acid my co*ks getting flacid and her a** is so ma**ivve i just took the f**ing L.S.D Lucy f**ing found me its so confined to see, I can never find my mind, find the soul, WHERE IS SOUL?
[Verse 3: Lyrical Savant] and they f**ing clueless they f**ing shoeless its because they ain't walking down the right path they dont know the aftermath its like the battle its a f**ing clash its a cla** its so f**ing cla**ic its pastastic its in the f**ing past tense and its so tense and they running from the feds jumping over the fence and its like so f**ing laid back and my eyes.. f**..