Jackson Cathcart - Lost Soul

Know you can't control how you're feeling
Fucking up your soul breaking bones you can hear it
Shit it's like I own how you're feeling
Bitch I run the globe and you know you can hear it

Know you can't control how you're feeling
Fucking up your soul breaking bones you can hear it
Shit it's like I own how you're feeling
Bitch I run the globe and you know you can hear it

Hold on take a step back
Do you need a moment
Let's sit down and kickback
I know you wanna hit back
Sorry if i'm being blunt but that's a setback
And i'm way too drunk to hear that
Wanna put a knife up to your throat so I can cut that
Don't pretend like you don't want that
You've been talking about it ever since we met

Hold up let me start it over cause I know I probably need to slow down
I don't want to hurt you but i need if you really want to skip town
I can feel you I can fuck you I can do it all if you will stop now
I don't want to do it but i'll kill you if you really want to leave now

Oh no fucking up your soul
Know you probably won't
But I can't risk that you'll go
Didn't wanna know
Can't just let you roll
Gotta stop you now or I will never see my soul

Bringing round the car get the sack huh
Gotta tie you up can't relax huh
Didn't have a choice that's a fact huh
Talking while I shove you in the back huh
You know that I do this for your good oh
I really wouldn't hurt you if I could oh
Hoping that you'll learn not to mess with me
Next time that you're thinking about testing me

Know you can't control how you're feeling
Fucking up your soul breaking bones you can hear it
Shit it's like I own how you're feeling
Bitch I run the globe and you know you can hear it

Know you can't control how you're feeling
Fucking up your soul breaking bones you can hear it
Shit it's like I own how you're feeling
Bitch I run the globe and you know you can hear it

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Jackson Cathcart

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