Lost Songtext
von K‐Young

Sometimes I have fucked up dreams, wake up in cold sweats
Can′t sleep, hit the kitchen for some Moët
I get drunk, but I ain't never smoke no wet
Been off tour three months and I ain′t had no sex
Been meditating, exercising my mental Bowflex
Michael Jackson dead, which one of us 'bout to go next?
Me, Mary J., Robin Thicke or Britney Spears?
Nigga, I ain't ′fraid to die, tell the Devil I′m right here

Ho, I could take the strings out these Nike Airs
Tie 'em around the ceiling fan and end it right here

Kick the ladder cause I climbed that twice
Hate it or love it, I′m one blood, nigga it's my life
And I could die if I want to
And Mama, you could cry if you want to
Just tell my sons the truth
And as the maggots eat away at my flesh
Let this iced out cross fall through the bones in my chest
I′m lost


I can't find my way (Lost)
I can′t find my way (Lost)
I can't find my way (Lost)
I can't find my way (Lost)
I can′t find my way (Lost)

If I tell you a story, you gotta keep it between us
Only other niggas that know is Spliff Star and Bus
I call Bus when I need a shoulder
And I don′t always listen, so he call me back and say, "I told ya"
But anyway, my pops is a pedophile
How you stick your 28 year old dick in your child?
And now how it feel to be 52
And have a son that's a millionaire and he don′t fuck with you, daddy?

She was only in the sixth grade
The day I heard her scream, "I shoulda hit you with this switchblade"
Then she ran, but I ain't know which way
She ended up in Vegas doing everything her pimp say
I seen her one Christmas with a black eye
Took her to the store and bought her shades with my last five
My little sister is a prostitute

And I′ma tell you what I'm ′bout to do

Go get her 'cause she's lost


She can′t find her way (Lost)
She can′t find her way (Lost)
She can't find her way (Lost)
She can′t find her way (Lost)
She can't find her way (Lost)

That′s all I'm thinking on this Greyhound
Usually I be in the seat with birds and a trey pound
But this time I′m riding for family
Like Khaled did for Ross, they hold it down in Miami

On my way to Michigan, not to see D12
I'm knocking on every door, "Have you seen this female?"
Here's a picture of my pretty baby sister
Here go one when she was 10 and this one our last Christmas
Little light-skinned girl, long curly black hair

Sorry for wasting your time, I know you probably don′t care

Feel like I walked longer than just eight miles
Ran into a boarded-up BMF safe house
Make me think about all the time I spent with Meech
Making it rain in Magic City when life was a Georgia peach
Now life is a rotten apple, running faster than New York
You see my sister call me ′cause life is too short
To get lost

She can't find her way (Lost)
She can′t find her way (Lost)
She can't find her way (Lost)
She can′t find her way (Lost)
She can't find her way (Lost)