Land of the Lost
Yeah
Damn right
Look
Paper chasing while the kid eating off of paper plates
Still remember o-nine
Smacking sardines
Momma had to work late
I've been told the worst and been shown worse
Manhood is a beautiful curse
Lack of funds always bringing me hurt
Stop the sleeping
Need a reason I don't get the recognition
After all the practice and the repetition
I guess it's all just skepticism
See back home my kings queens get the same treatment
Got a lot of dreams but ain't no one listening
So the streets, they desolate
And the girls, they desperate
To find a man that's grinding for it
With a bag, putting on a show for it
Hmm
That's a little bit selfish, ain't it
I guess it all depends on the way you paint it
Made a few friends but they came and went
Trying to save the game make a hoe repent
But no dice
Maybe I should get to rolling that
Seen a city in the hills thinking about heading out
And never coming back
Pray that out there I could make a name for myself
I can see the air dirty but a mans health
Can get better due to his wealth
Angelic city or bust
Is this passion for it or just lust
Oh well I guess I'll find out
I'll be back once I get my clout
Don't wait up for me
I'm too busy chasing destiny
Can't you see
The only one awake at 3 A.M. in L.A. is me
Don't wait up for me
I'm too busy chasing destiny
Can't you see
Can't you see
Silly me for having dreams right
Vonnie used to be a playwright
And James could've played pro ball
But the college scouts keep the squad tight
E was finna take it pro too
I guess God thought he wasn't supposed to
Cause now he raps and he's nice with it
I can tell there's more in store but there's more than two
Now I got Ryan singing in here
Liquid gold in both of my ears
I did not see myself in the rap game
And especially not for three years
Now I'm invested nigga no stocks
Deep in it like I'm hitting it with no socks on
The road to making it mad long
The lost city I'm getting
Gone
Don't wait up for me
I'm too busy chasing destiny
Can't you see
The only one awake at 3 A.M. in L.A. is me
Don't wait up for me
I'm too busy chasing destiny
Can't you see
The only one awake at 3 A.M. in L.A. is me
Damn right
Look
Paper chasing while the kid eating off of paper plates
Still remember o-nine
Smacking sardines
Momma had to work late
I've been told the worst and been shown worse
Manhood is a beautiful curse
Lack of funds always bringing me hurt
Stop the sleeping
Need a reason I don't get the recognition
After all the practice and the repetition
I guess it's all just skepticism
See back home my kings queens get the same treatment
Got a lot of dreams but ain't no one listening
So the streets, they desolate
And the girls, they desperate
To find a man that's grinding for it
With a bag, putting on a show for it
Hmm
That's a little bit selfish, ain't it
I guess it all depends on the way you paint it
Made a few friends but they came and went
Trying to save the game make a hoe repent
But no dice
Maybe I should get to rolling that
Seen a city in the hills thinking about heading out
And never coming back
Pray that out there I could make a name for myself
I can see the air dirty but a mans health
Can get better due to his wealth
Angelic city or bust
Is this passion for it or just lust
Oh well I guess I'll find out
I'll be back once I get my clout
Don't wait up for me
I'm too busy chasing destiny
Can't you see
The only one awake at 3 A.M. in L.A. is me
Don't wait up for me
I'm too busy chasing destiny
Can't you see
Can't you see
Silly me for having dreams right
Vonnie used to be a playwright
And James could've played pro ball
But the college scouts keep the squad tight
E was finna take it pro too
I guess God thought he wasn't supposed to
Cause now he raps and he's nice with it
I can tell there's more in store but there's more than two
Now I got Ryan singing in here
Liquid gold in both of my ears
I did not see myself in the rap game
And especially not for three years
Now I'm invested nigga no stocks
Deep in it like I'm hitting it with no socks on
The road to making it mad long
The lost city I'm getting
Gone
Don't wait up for me
I'm too busy chasing destiny
Can't you see
The only one awake at 3 A.M. in L.A. is me
Don't wait up for me
I'm too busy chasing destiny
Can't you see
The only one awake at 3 A.M. in L.A. is me
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Writer(s): Cristopher Lewis
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