[Chorus: VAGUE]

I've been reminiscing ever since the other day
Just another fuckin’ soul that's been lost away
I've been trapped in the motion and it cannot fade
Tried to get a hold of it, but lost the grip, it got away
I’ve been reminiscing ever since the other day
Just another fuckin' soul that's been lost away
I've been trapped in the motion and it cannot fade
Tried to get a hold of it, but lost the grip, it got away

[Verse 1: VAGUE]

I'm combinin' and ignoring the visions
I never talk about the future
'Cause I'm still in the picture
And that’s just how it goes
In a world of bad habits
And it’s weighin' on my peace
Bеing raised by drug addicts
And it always seemin’ like it's nevеr endin'
Gotta be more careful
Gotta to take control of your all spendin'
The world is so fucked
It needed too much
To keep you independent
While the ones you love
Are defendants
It’s the cycle of life to feel the pressure
But what you doin'
With your time to put in all the effort?
I'm really trying hard just to find the right measure
Find the balance in between, it's for business or for pleasure
A lot of people always losin' themselves
Instead of runnin' the world
They stay sheepin' themselves
And it's quite sad, that you can't get out of this hell
Don't wanna be just another person trapped in a cell
[Chorus: VAGUE]

I've been reminiscing ever since the other day
Just another fuckin' soul that's been lost away
I've been trapped in the motion and it cannot fade
Tried to get a hold of it, but lost the grip, it got away
I've been reminiscing ever since the other day
Just another fuckin' soul that's been lost away
I've been trapped in the motion and it cannot fade
Tried to get a hold of it, but lost the grip, it got away

[Verse 2: T.R.I.P.]

I think I'm cursed riding round Vegas
In that hearse shooting up your body
Like a mothafuckin' nurse
Had to go berserk up on this track
Now watch 'em burn
Training day with the devil
Putting these rappers in the dirt, yuh
Slide with that heater on me
Talking to the dead
Resurrected from the depths
I'm coming for your head
Shame on you pussy boys for talking out your neck
If you really want the smoke
I put it down for my set
I got two whips, one's my bitch and one's my daily
UAV Records is the label that be paying me
Fuck a flex, my boys ain't rockin' any reps
Mob with the squad, UAV until the death
Every scene that I'm in
They be treating me like a Grinch
Scared as fuck
When I pull up with them hallow tips
These rappers can't compete with us
Please do not attempt
Snatch your fuckin' soul
And take you down to the abyss, lil' bitch