lost in the rhythm Lyrics

lost in the rhythm - Johnny Drille

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Ooh, yeah

Ooh, yeah

Oh

He always used to say this

He no go work for another man

Driving his Mercedes

He done a lot to make it out

Mama used to say to him

Your papa gone, be a better man

But all these niggas hasty

We all just wanna make it

Had no damn pride till he made it out

Flaws of a G nigga from the south

Grew up with less a broken heart

Papa no show he didn't get a dad

Now he's getting life, no getting out

Now all of his G's stabbed him in the back

They all want his dream so they hit him hard

But he stands up

And he fights 'em back

He always used to say this

He no go work for another man

Driving his Mercedes

He done a lot to make it out

Mama used to say to him

"Your papa gone be a better man"

But every nigga hasty

Everybody wanna make it

He fell in love but she didn't love him back

A victim of all of the circumstance

The matter long I no fit settle am

He's been through all the worst that I ever seen

He's been through all the worst that I ever seen

Prays to the Lord for saving

A question to the world can you see him

'Cause he feels lost in the rhythm, oh yeah