Lost
Tell me why you hesitate straight out the starting gate your late you hate to wait
But your fate steady insists to persist it's main trait you cannot recreate
My rap is like electricity
First to discover me will surely go down in history
But I'm not easy to see
I'm a small town nigga with a real big dream
And I ain't nice fuck with me roll the dice
Heaven is the only way out for me
But each day I'm increasingly easily closer to destiny
Hard to agree
But please don't free the need to succeed
Cuz I bleed the desire
Burn with the fire sparked by the wire go hire a liar and try to transpire
Treat me like a tire use me to get higher
But I'm tired I need rest
And I think it'd be best to protest and get this pressure off my chest
I'm obsessed and possessed with this lyrical test
My finesse is the best
So I continue to progress
And yes the hate I used to see now I see less
To this day all I can hear you say
Life is mothafuckin game we are all forced to play
Living as pawns through its pros and cons
It was just me and you struggling to make it through
Never needed the newest shoes
Deep down you always keep it true
May have moved around but you knew your roots
A fighter a dreamer seen you come far
Life is a bitch it'll keep you scarred
Hallucinating you was always the quiet one
You was my trigger you was my gun
Hold me closely don't let go
Momma dropped me to the floor
Needle hanging knocks on the door
12 running bussin in yelling with force
Don't leave baby I feel lost
Reach for my hand and appreciate my faults
Don't leave baby I feel lost
Reach for my hand and appreciate my faults
I've been caught parallel to hell compelled to rebel I propelled and I dwelled
With fallen angels I repelled
Remaining faithful for what they'd foretell
Demons speak lies to try to weaken wise me
Spitten lies now is different from spitting lies then
So when rising to heaven God ain't letting us in
Cuz we never learned of our lessons or our sins
From inception reverends warned me of these weapons
Leading to felons
On in then seed to aggression
Crust oppression feeding off of depression
Blooming expressions obsessions with pleasing and easing reflections
Reaching at clefts grieving not achieving their dreams or wishes
Just retrieving greedy souls routine paroles and war riches nigga
Hold me closely don't let go
Momma dropped me to the floor
Needle hanging knocks on the door
12 running bussin in yelling with force
Don't leave baby I feel lost
Reach for my hand and appreciate my faults
Don't leave baby I feel lost
Reach for my hand and appreciate my faults
But your fate steady insists to persist it's main trait you cannot recreate
My rap is like electricity
First to discover me will surely go down in history
But I'm not easy to see
I'm a small town nigga with a real big dream
And I ain't nice fuck with me roll the dice
Heaven is the only way out for me
But each day I'm increasingly easily closer to destiny
Hard to agree
But please don't free the need to succeed
Cuz I bleed the desire
Burn with the fire sparked by the wire go hire a liar and try to transpire
Treat me like a tire use me to get higher
But I'm tired I need rest
And I think it'd be best to protest and get this pressure off my chest
I'm obsessed and possessed with this lyrical test
My finesse is the best
So I continue to progress
And yes the hate I used to see now I see less
To this day all I can hear you say
Life is mothafuckin game we are all forced to play
Living as pawns through its pros and cons
It was just me and you struggling to make it through
Never needed the newest shoes
Deep down you always keep it true
May have moved around but you knew your roots
A fighter a dreamer seen you come far
Life is a bitch it'll keep you scarred
Hallucinating you was always the quiet one
You was my trigger you was my gun
Hold me closely don't let go
Momma dropped me to the floor
Needle hanging knocks on the door
12 running bussin in yelling with force
Don't leave baby I feel lost
Reach for my hand and appreciate my faults
Don't leave baby I feel lost
Reach for my hand and appreciate my faults
I've been caught parallel to hell compelled to rebel I propelled and I dwelled
With fallen angels I repelled
Remaining faithful for what they'd foretell
Demons speak lies to try to weaken wise me
Spitten lies now is different from spitting lies then
So when rising to heaven God ain't letting us in
Cuz we never learned of our lessons or our sins
From inception reverends warned me of these weapons
Leading to felons
On in then seed to aggression
Crust oppression feeding off of depression
Blooming expressions obsessions with pleasing and easing reflections
Reaching at clefts grieving not achieving their dreams or wishes
Just retrieving greedy souls routine paroles and war riches nigga
Hold me closely don't let go
Momma dropped me to the floor
Needle hanging knocks on the door
12 running bussin in yelling with force
Don't leave baby I feel lost
Reach for my hand and appreciate my faults
Don't leave baby I feel lost
Reach for my hand and appreciate my faults
Credits
Writer(s): Armen Ibrahimovic
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