SirHyNoon - Lost Soul lyrics

[Verse 1] f** fried… My mind's meandered Walked away Lost, my sanity is the cost of the day Price to pay Just so I can say I've got it together My brain a feather as it abandons Me and this storm that I weather Whether or not I choose to It appears I've been chosen Smokin' my mind open Hopin'' I can find a potion for this… Lack of direction Wreckin' my cerebral section Puttin' my soul in check and Testin' me to turn this bad into a blessin' Yet my existence twists and contradicts itself Comparatively minuscule be the pain that I felt Got ready for life, f**ed up And left my soul on the shelf Wish I could find right Cuz I heard there's nothing that feels like True understanding of self [Chorus] Oh I bet she knows… How to ruin the life of an innocent stranger Oh bet she knows… How to wring the soul of an innocent man [Verse 2] I know not the bomb spots World War Three will be worse than ‘Nam shots Be sure fool; I won't condone no phones, dial tones, or stylus You're owned, the 4th will be fought with sticks and stones Roll past blowin' ashes, I be pa**in' On the side of the asphalt It's the past's fault While I smile like an imbecile Place souls in limbo Our explosions, posin' Growing hatred Facing even the most amazing Causing derangement Displacing the daze and the ways Of our brain is the only way to save this To blaze this eighth and State it on a mixtape I'm rude boy A ways from Jamaica And if you ain't like my face The phrases on the paper will make your a** dead weight I earn my keep Head full of hate You're in too deep like the end of pool Spend like a fool End of cool Beginning of composure, no public exposure I'm here to bring closure, call me The Closer Explode like geysers or f**in' cellulose Disappear limping gimp like Kaiser Sosa [Chorus] [Verse 2] See the factor Of the matter Shureshot ain't nobody hotter Dub rasta rhyme little faster I am the bread and the wine and the water Swing batter batter Slide right past ya Ride to the vibe of the white blonde rasta Seek out disaster Cal on your pastor Say what you wan Brother burnin fiyah cuz Proud man not gon' slip not gon' stumble Live for the city but he come from the jungle Babylon wanna rumble with bumble Sound break ‘em down make Jericho crumble Some proud and some of them humble Some loud and some of them mumble Some grasp and some of them fumble Some stand firm and some of them stumble