Lost (Skit)

Stella, play me "Bad Luck"

(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
(I get too much to claim)

Shit! (I get too drunk through pain)
(I get in on my own way)
(It's always that one thing)

Testing, testing
Can anyone hear me?
Can anyone hear me?
(Fuck!)

Day two-hundred and forty six, I still have yet to hear from home base
I'm officially running low on food, water, and oxygen
Still no sign of any base to refuel
I have one day's worth of fuel left
SOS! SOS!

My label, I can't go on forward 'cause they playing
Taking my jacket, yeah, but the baggage
Come in with some ransom, for man, super magnet
Can't play here with the crowd, let's go, right now
This life we live, it might get fouled
I don't like it, don't give a damn
Like, oh-whoa-whoa

I get too much to claim
I get too drunk through pain
I get in on my own way
It's always that one thing



Credits
Writer(s): Chris Dubois, Chris Young, Ashley Gorley
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