Used to hate being alone
Now I prefer being on my own
I was gone for a minute
I ain't been at home in a minute
Am I strong or am I numb from the smoke inside my lungs or the liquor on my gums Or the bullets in my gun, it's what they running from
All these people fading on the road
Heavy load I'm tryna hold
Got this world up on my shoulders
But I ain't never gonna fold
I'm a Long Lost soul
They don't like clapping when I win
When shit hit the fan you get a good look at your friends
Real or fake you get replaced it really just depends
If you fake and in my face I really can't pretend
They say it cost to be the boss
If they not beneficial I might have to cut them off
Be careful I'm so delicate, but please don't call me soft
Around when I'm winning but nowhere near when I be lost
You took some pieces from my soul
Let you know the things that glitter ain't always the gold
The game is to be sold, it ain't always the thing that's told
Let you leave cause that's the shit I really can't control
I just don't understand why they say that I'm changing
They just don't understand that I'm rearranging
I'm fine the hate is fading
Think my pains entertaining
My mind is steady racing
With time I heal with patience
They wasn't with me from the start
Thought they had me beat ain't have my best interest at heart
Steppin by myself but with my bands I steady march
People I was with, we grew apart
How could you switch on me knowing that I was always down
Running home to me as of the pitchers on the mound
Ten toes on the ground but they was busy being clowns
Now I keep my keys low like I keep a couple pounds
If it ain't bout a check don't wanna check in
I'm trynna get my blessin
Something like the Reverend, some sins should be confessin
But I'm too busy flexin, got these diamonds dancin
Shorty chillin with them east side hoes inside the Westin
Used to hate being alone
Now I prefer being on my own
I was gone for a minute
I ain't been at home in a minute
Am I strong or am I numb from the smoke inside my lungs or the liquor on my gums Or the bullets in my gun, it's what they running from
All these people fading on the road
Heavy load I'm tryna hold
Got this world up on my shoulders
But I ain't never gonna fold
I'm a Long Lost soul
Krystall Poppin - Lost Soul Lyrics
Krystall Poppin - Lost Soul Lyrics
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English
Used to hate being alone
Now I prefer being on my own
I was gone for a minute
I ain't been at home in a minute
Am I strong or am I numb from the smoke inside my lungs or the liquor on my gums Or the bullets in my gun, it's what they running from
All these people fading on the road
Heavy load I'm tryna hold
Got this world up on my shoulders
But I ain't never gonna fold
I'm a Long Lost soul
They don't like clapping when I win
When shit hit the fan you get a good look at your friends
Real or fake you get replaced it really just depends
If you fake and in my face I really can't pretend
They say it cost to be the boss
If they not beneficial I might have to cut them off
Be careful I'm so delicate, but please don't call me soft
Around when I'm winning but nowhere near when I be lost
You took some pieces from my soul
Let you know the things that glitter ain't always the gold
The game is to be sold, it ain't always the thing that's told
Let you leave cause that's the shit I really can't control
I just don't understand why they say that I'm changing
They just don't understand that I'm rearranging
I'm fine the hate is fading
Think my pains entertaining
My mind is steady racing
With time I heal with patience
They wasn't with me from the start
Thought they had me beat ain't have my best interest at heart
Steppin by myself but with my bands I steady march
People I was with, we grew apart
How could you switch on me knowing that I was always down
Running home to me as of the pitchers on the mound
Ten toes on the ground but they was busy being clowns
Now I keep my keys low like I keep a couple pounds
If it ain't bout a check don't wanna check in
I'm trynna get my blessin
Something like the Reverend, some sins should be confessin
But I'm too busy flexin, got these diamonds dancin
Shorty chillin with them east side hoes inside the Westin
Used to hate being alone
Now I prefer being on my own
I was gone for a minute
I ain't been at home in a minute
Am I strong or am I numb from the smoke inside my lungs or the liquor on my gums Or the bullets in my gun, it's what they running from
All these people fading on the road
Heavy load I'm tryna hold
Got this world up on my shoulders
But I ain't never gonna fold
I'm a Long Lost soul
Now I prefer being on my own
I was gone for a minute
I ain't been at home in a minute
Am I strong or am I numb from the smoke inside my lungs or the liquor on my gums Or the bullets in my gun, it's what they running from
All these people fading on the road
Heavy load I'm tryna hold
Got this world up on my shoulders
But I ain't never gonna fold
I'm a Long Lost soul
They don't like clapping when I win
When shit hit the fan you get a good look at your friends
Real or fake you get replaced it really just depends
If you fake and in my face I really can't pretend
They say it cost to be the boss
If they not beneficial I might have to cut them off
Be careful I'm so delicate, but please don't call me soft
Around when I'm winning but nowhere near when I be lost
You took some pieces from my soul
Let you know the things that glitter ain't always the gold
The game is to be sold, it ain't always the thing that's told
Let you leave cause that's the shit I really can't control
I just don't understand why they say that I'm changing
They just don't understand that I'm rearranging
I'm fine the hate is fading
Think my pains entertaining
My mind is steady racing
With time I heal with patience
They wasn't with me from the start
Thought they had me beat ain't have my best interest at heart
Steppin by myself but with my bands I steady march
People I was with, we grew apart
How could you switch on me knowing that I was always down
Running home to me as of the pitchers on the mound
Ten toes on the ground but they was busy being clowns
Now I keep my keys low like I keep a couple pounds
If it ain't bout a check don't wanna check in
I'm trynna get my blessin
Something like the Reverend, some sins should be confessin
But I'm too busy flexin, got these diamonds dancin
Shorty chillin with them east side hoes inside the Westin
Used to hate being alone
Now I prefer being on my own
I was gone for a minute
I ain't been at home in a minute
Am I strong or am I numb from the smoke inside my lungs or the liquor on my gums Or the bullets in my gun, it's what they running from
All these people fading on the road
Heavy load I'm tryna hold
Got this world up on my shoulders
But I ain't never gonna fold
I'm a Long Lost soul
Writer: Timothy Harris, TERRANCE JARROD BANKS
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Performed By: Krystall Poppin
Language: English
Length: 3:15
Written by: Timothy Harris, TERRANCE JARROD BANKS