lost ft. rare Lyrics

I, been lost in my head

Yea I stopped, I stopped everything.

Then I, started grinding for the bands

Now I do, sipping wock pink glock in my hands

I was seventeen, toting 17s.

I don't shoot, when I do, I Kareem (Like Kareem)

No emotion when you pop up in this dream

Stabbing foos in the night, for the cream

But you ridin' on lil' dude, like you peace,

Ten shots, holding still like deceased

But your brother never thought that you could peace,

Put your hands, lil' bro, lookin' geek

Hopping out with brand new friends,

From the gym, ain't no xans

That cute girl she wanna dance (Huh?)

See that cat in soon advance

Am I late, my baby?

Damn, we don't talk on the gram

Yeah you bitches understand yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

Do you wanna walk, yeah

Bitch you live so far, uh

How the fuck you ride a bike

Just ride upon my arms, yeah

Know you're so much better

So much better for my heart, yeah

Why you feeling nothing for me,

Really I'm a star, uh uh

I, been lost in my head

Yea I stopped, I stopped everything.

Then I, started grinding for the bands

Now I do, sipping wock pink glock in my hands

I was seventeen, toting 17s.

I don't shoot, when I do, I Kareem (Like Kareem)

No emotion when you pop up in this dream

Stabbing foos in the night, for the cream

But you ridin' on lil' dude, like you peace,

Ten shots, holding still like deceased

But your brother never thought that you could peace,

Put your hands, lil' bro, lookin' geek

Baby, I'm only sixteen, and I've been chasing my dreams

School is passin' around the corner, everybody seein' me

I ain't got no time for people, they gon' see me shootin' greens

On my dad and on my mama I'll share my checks with all my peeps

Passin' up all these lil' counters, they gone be looking for some

All these bitches, they be hatin', and when they see me blow up, they gon' call me the one

We ain't do this for fun, y'all be sitting there blaming on luck

Call up my plug, we gon' hit it twice

This shit a gamble, I'm rolling the dice.