Lost

[Verse 1: The Game]

Sometimes I have fucked up dreams

Wake up in cold sweats, can’t sleep

Hit the kitchen for some Moet

I get drunk, but I ain’t never smoke no wet

Been on tour 3 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 afraid to die, tell the devil I’m right here

Ho, I can take the strings out of these Nike airs

Tie it round 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 can die if I want to, and mama you can 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, walk through the bones in my chest

[Chorus: K-Young]

I can try my way (I’m lost)

I can’t find my way (lost)

I can’t find my way (I’m lost)

I can’t find my way (lost)

I can’t find way…

[Verse 2: The Game]

If I tell you a story you gotta keep it between us

Only other niggas that know are Spliff Star and Buss

I call Buss when I need a shoulder

And I don’t always listen so he call me back and say “I told you”

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 should have hit you with the switch blade

Then she ran but I ain’t know which way, she ended up in Vegas doing everything her pimp say

I’ve seen her one Christmas with a black eye, I 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 about to do

Go get her cause she… (lost)

[Chorus: K-Young]

I can try my way (I’m lost)

I can’t find my way (lost)

I can’t find my way (I’m lost)

I can’t find my way (lost)

I can’t find way…

[Verse 3: The Game]

That's all I’m thinking on this Greyhound

Usually I’ll be in this seat with bricks and a tre 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 ten and this one our last Christmas

Low light skinned girl, long curly black hair, sorry for wasting time, I know you probably don’t care

Feel like I walked longer than just 8 miles

Ran into a boarded up BMF safe house

Made me think about all the time I spent with Meech makin’ it rain in Magic City

When life was a Georgia peach

Now life is a rotten apple

Run faster than New York

You see my sister call me ‘cause life is too short to get (lost)

[Chorus: K-Young]

I can try my way (I’m lost)

I can’t find my way (lost)

I can’t find my way (I’m lost)

I can’t find my way (lost)

I can’t find way…