Lost
I'm gonna get wasted, very much wasted
With a carton and a pot to stir some color
A few hours in and a bit smothered
Chief's coming on Tuesday and no another
I'm gonna get wasted, very much wasted
Cause I didn't know I was going to get tested
But I know how much you've invested
So for assets sake just let me get wasted
I'm sorry mom, that I can't give you calm
I'm sorry friends, cause I'm dropping my bombs
I'm sorry god, for disappointing my mom
I'm sorry world, you slipped from my arms
I'm sorry mom, that I can't give you calm
I'm sorry friends, cause I'm dropping my bombs
I'm sorry god, for disappointing my mom
I'm sorry world, you slipped from my arms
Can't hide, can't hide from chief chief will find me
I'll let this bottle right here to defend and define me
Chief's bad and doesn't let me dream
But with this bottle right here I won't let her in
I plan the massacre of all my brain cells
But I can't open my eyes and yell
Drowned in the bag over my head
I am waiting I'll see you all in hell
Sometimes I lock myself quietly
I stare at the wall holding my anxiety
I'm in my room grasping frightfully
Praying to the air waiting for dynasty
Every day I'm waking up the neighbors
They just don't know a thing about my nature
I don't ever, I don't ever want to sleep
I'm a sailor lost aloft and crazy I can flavor
I walk the streets early in the mornings
It's all a blackout I followed no warnings
I steal my cousin's bike and ride, motherfucker!
Go to people's houses and fire all the gutters
With a carton and a pot to stir some color
A few hours in and a bit smothered
Chief's coming on Tuesday and no another
I'm gonna get wasted, very much wasted
Cause I didn't know I was going to get tested
But I know how much you've invested
So for assets sake just let me get wasted
I'm sorry mom, that I can't give you calm
I'm sorry friends, cause I'm dropping my bombs
I'm sorry god, for disappointing my mom
I'm sorry world, you slipped from my arms
I'm sorry mom, that I can't give you calm
I'm sorry friends, cause I'm dropping my bombs
I'm sorry god, for disappointing my mom
I'm sorry world, you slipped from my arms
Can't hide, can't hide from chief chief will find me
I'll let this bottle right here to defend and define me
Chief's bad and doesn't let me dream
But with this bottle right here I won't let her in
I plan the massacre of all my brain cells
But I can't open my eyes and yell
Drowned in the bag over my head
I am waiting I'll see you all in hell
Sometimes I lock myself quietly
I stare at the wall holding my anxiety
I'm in my room grasping frightfully
Praying to the air waiting for dynasty
Every day I'm waking up the neighbors
They just don't know a thing about my nature
I don't ever, I don't ever want to sleep
I'm a sailor lost aloft and crazy I can flavor
I walk the streets early in the mornings
It's all a blackout I followed no warnings
I steal my cousin's bike and ride, motherfucker!
Go to people's houses and fire all the gutters
Credits
Writer(s): Mauricio Martinez Bustamante
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