Lost
I've been feeling lost, yeah, I've been feeling lost.
Something's going on, got me stuck inside this box.
Sound the alarm, yeah, go an' call the cops.
Got a gun and I'm armed and I might shoot my shot.
I don't care 'bout the cost, I don't care 'bout the time.
Girl I'm feeling lost cause you're always on my mind.
Busting at the cops while they race at my behind.
Girl I'm pissed off, so I'm tryna to pass time.
F*ck it, imma toss that bag to your right.
You hearing my exhaust as I fly right by.
Swerving out the hip, as I'm gripping on your thighs.
Tell you this is it, as I look you in your eyes.
Are you really down to ride?
Are you really down to die?
Are you really down to kill?
'Cause this is do or die, with you by my side, girl I feel ill.
Tell me that it's false, tell me it ain't true.
I've been feeling lost, baby I need you.
I'm starting fall, hoping that you call.
Oh-u-oh, oh-u-oh, oh.
Baby, I miss when you would call.
Oh-u-oh, oh-u-oh, oh.
Baby, I'd die for you. That's all.
Oh-u-oh, oh-u-oh, oh.
Sick of seeing blood all over these walls.
Tell me that it's false tell me it ain't true.
I've been feeling lost baby, (I need you)
I've been feeling lost, yeah I feel like Matthew Fox.
Something's going on, got me stuck inside this box.
Sound the alarm, yeah go and call the cops.
Got a gun and I'm armed I might just shoot my shot.
Looking at your face, baby it's so blue.
Please don't run away, baby I need you.
Money out the case, yeah that shit's through the roof.
I just see the lights yeah, that shit's red and blue.
Something's going on, got me stuck inside this box.
Sound the alarm, yeah, go an' call the cops.
Got a gun and I'm armed and I might shoot my shot.
I don't care 'bout the cost, I don't care 'bout the time.
Girl I'm feeling lost cause you're always on my mind.
Busting at the cops while they race at my behind.
Girl I'm pissed off, so I'm tryna to pass time.
F*ck it, imma toss that bag to your right.
You hearing my exhaust as I fly right by.
Swerving out the hip, as I'm gripping on your thighs.
Tell you this is it, as I look you in your eyes.
Are you really down to ride?
Are you really down to die?
Are you really down to kill?
'Cause this is do or die, with you by my side, girl I feel ill.
Tell me that it's false, tell me it ain't true.
I've been feeling lost, baby I need you.
I'm starting fall, hoping that you call.
Oh-u-oh, oh-u-oh, oh.
Baby, I miss when you would call.
Oh-u-oh, oh-u-oh, oh.
Baby, I'd die for you. That's all.
Oh-u-oh, oh-u-oh, oh.
Sick of seeing blood all over these walls.
Tell me that it's false tell me it ain't true.
I've been feeling lost baby, (I need you)
I've been feeling lost, yeah I feel like Matthew Fox.
Something's going on, got me stuck inside this box.
Sound the alarm, yeah go and call the cops.
Got a gun and I'm armed I might just shoot my shot.
Looking at your face, baby it's so blue.
Please don't run away, baby I need you.
Money out the case, yeah that shit's through the roof.
I just see the lights yeah, that shit's red and blue.
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Writer(s): Reece Brunke
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