Lost
Lost on the road try to find myself But I cant make it home
Lost on the road try to find myself But I cant make it home
Different level plots the method Operating lately I been having Thoughts thats outta concretion
Outta motion in a room with allegations
Feds is talking why the money fascinating
Got it fast then got a cedes
Feeling like gotti in 80
Need a guardian to save me
They be watching me on tv
Causing the drama for nothing
Im not the one you suspecting
False accusations they steady be bluffing
Ops they be cuffing my wrist
Raided my spot to the bit
Mental I'm losing ma shit
Lost on the road try to find myself But I cant make it home
Lost on the road try to find myself But I cant make it home
Then I made it home empty handed in my throne
Short term with comfort seconds in my zone
Bouncing back like rear and forth Talking like I been here before
Got a witness thats my conscience And a god that be upon us
Got a broad I tumble in Boston
When I'm done she just rest like in coffins
I got some options often murk when I get the deposits
I just be shooting no talking thats How it goes bodied on roads
Working my shit like the gun I reload
I make you fold like you bread or you dough
Step in my shoes then you fall
Lost on the road try to find myself But I cant make it home
Lost on the road try to find myself But I cant make it home
Lost on the road try to find myself But I cant make it home
Different level plots the method Operating lately I been having Thoughts thats outta concretion
Outta motion in a room with allegations
Feds is talking why the money fascinating
Got it fast then got a cedes
Feeling like gotti in 80
Need a guardian to save me
They be watching me on tv
Causing the drama for nothing
Im not the one you suspecting
False accusations they steady be bluffing
Ops they be cuffing my wrist
Raided my spot to the bit
Mental I'm losing ma shit
Lost on the road try to find myself But I cant make it home
Lost on the road try to find myself But I cant make it home
Then I made it home empty handed in my throne
Short term with comfort seconds in my zone
Bouncing back like rear and forth Talking like I been here before
Got a witness thats my conscience And a god that be upon us
Got a broad I tumble in Boston
When I'm done she just rest like in coffins
I got some options often murk when I get the deposits
I just be shooting no talking thats How it goes bodied on roads
Working my shit like the gun I reload
I make you fold like you bread or you dough
Step in my shoes then you fall
Lost on the road try to find myself But I cant make it home
Lost on the road try to find myself But I cant make it home
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Writer(s): Kozy T
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