Twisted fictions of the lost minds 
heads fucked up get the drugs 
handle anxiety in the past time 
fuck prescription big pharma can suck my dick
and they can’t go to sleep at night 
without leeching off of our lives 
but we rather stretch the lies 
pressure tithes scrutinize 
all the feelings that we hide multiply 
bottled up emotions reasons gun violence on a rise 
parties tryna lend a hand but criminals in disguise
took a minute to realize my self ambitions 
now I’m swinging at the world 
don’t let the past handle issues 
and I needed that advice with all my past tools misused 
hard to build a foundation I hammered the wrong screws 
tryna construe advice like nigga just stay in school 
and get a job that you don’t like just abide by the rules 
music not your fucking thing you’ll  be the dummy in the room 
but nobody know my drive will be the greatest I presume 


Put my heart and the lyrics on the line 
hopefully inspire youth like a great till I resign 
and the world is my paper let the brush be my mind 
isolation in the past so my chakras will align 
and I know I get my drive from the guides like the 9 tails 
switching through the lanes won’t have trouble making 5 mil 
respiratory system probably sitting in some tight trails 
paranoid hoping but knowing my shit just won’t fail 
will prevail through anxiety that’s feasting 
still looking to the skies confused who I believe in 
and I won’t give a fuck about the numbers or the streaming 
just wanna know I saved lives before leaving 
spread the teaching never preaching 
fuck the bottom leeches 
I remember working hard going up and down the bleachers 
Now I resonate that energy with music in the speakers 
living out my fucking passion better then school teachers.

Lost Minds (Prod. Louis)

HL