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Ayo, Ran, turn that up R.I.P. Telly R.I.P. Gang At first I was blind to the fame Baby, I'm not no more Wasted time, can't go back So long for them lost souls So long, so long for them lost souls Hol' on, hol' on, let me reload Two in the morning, she hittin' me up, she callin' my phone I've been on the road, right now, I've been doin' shows I'ma put four in it, weight, yeah, it on me, that fuck shit, I'on condone it The way she movin' her body, I'm lovin' her performance I be off the drugs, sometimes I be feelin' like a zombie And she got a fetish for money, no, she won't get nothin' from me, haha But I'm gooped up, fightin' the body for lean and lemonade I'm lyrical, what you make, I'm lyrical, what they say I ain't mean to push you away, I'd rather give you some space I shot back with a .308, they tried to kill me, no way At first I was blind to the fame Baby, I'm not no more Wasted time, can't go back So long for them lost souls SongtexteSo long, so long for them lost souls Hol' on, hol' on, let me reload Hol' on, let me reload I was blind, but not anymore My wrist can't tell the time 'cause it's so froze Dropped a bag on him, red denim on all his clothes Haha Aus Songtexte Mania