Lil Wyte
Lost In My Zone
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| Добавлена 19 июня 2012 пользователем N1 |
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[Hook]
I get drunk and I pop pills
I can show you, but I can’t tell you how it feels
This a complicated life, the one that I live
I don’t give a shit bitch, it is what it is
I’m on my own shit, own shit, lost in my zone shit
Own shit, own shit, lost in my zone shit
I’m on my own shit, own shit, lost in my zone shit
Lost in my zone shit, lost in my zone shit
Two crazy baby mamas, two daughters, too little time
It’s hard for me to address my true feelings in the rhyme
I try and try and just keep coming up with empty lines
Billions of thoughts creep around the outer edges of my mind
And I’m intelligent but use alcohol and drugs as a crutch
For some reason when I’m high and drunk, I don’t feel the pain that much
So I just put some more OG in another blunt
Bottle up my problems and keep my eyes faced to the front
Head in the sky, always high, never looking down
And if I don’t plan to land, then I don’t never have to see the ground
Captain of the plane and all the bullshit, fuels the tank
And right before we boarded, we cleaned out all of the Memphis banks
Money train or money jet, we gonna get that money bet
Don’t anyone know what we doing, look at all the phonies sweat
Can’t tell you where I’m going, I'm at, or even were I was
I get drunk and I pop pills
I can show you, but I can’t tell you how it feels
This a complicated life, the one that I live
I don’t give a shit bitch, it is what it is
I’m on my own shit, own shit, lost in my zone shit
Own shit, own shit, lost in my zone shit
I’m on my own shit, own shit, lost in my zone shit
Lost in my zone shit, lost in my zone shit
Two crazy baby mamas, two daughters, too little time
It’s hard for me to address my true feelings in the rhyme
I try and try and just keep coming up with empty lines
Billions of thoughts creep around the outer edges of my mind
And I’m intelligent but use alcohol and drugs as a crutch
For some reason when I’m high and drunk, I don’t feel the pain that much
So I just put some more OG in another blunt
Bottle up my problems and keep my eyes faced to the front
Head in the sky, always high, never looking down
And if I don’t plan to land, then I don’t never have to see the ground
Captain of the plane and all the bullshit, fuels the tank
And right before we boarded, we cleaned out all of the Memphis banks
Money train or money jet, we gonna get that money bet
Don’t anyone know what we doing, look at all the phonies sweat
Can’t tell you where I’m going, I'm at, or even were I was
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