Lost

[Produced by Dawaun Parker and Dr. Dre] "I had no choice, you were already lost.." [Verse 1: Dawaun Parker] Yeah, D. Par', uh Yo, yeah What if you was lost with no cross? I know what it's like, when you gotta drink a fifth to doze off Tipsy, Hennessy, whisky, Zoloft Ketamine, Pepsi mixed with Popov Drinking NyQuil with no cough Coca, cheeba, blowed off reefer Anything to keep the Reaper from trying to sleep ya Dreams of, suicidal thoughts like ether All that mean, it's finna get hot like gasoline Hundred shots hit the same spot like Gatling Worse than his worst nightmare And what's worse is he died with a smirk like "Yeah" Thought he was O.G Told his niggas "Bring an oz. to hell, we can smoke weed" Homie that's crazy talk Cause once you lay in the coffin, you're saved or lost [Hook: Phil Beaudreau] Played too hard, burned too bright Stepped too far past the line I had crossed, I had crossed (I'm just trapped in this place) Left me scarred, left me high With the stars in my eyes I was lost, I was lost (I'm just trapped in this place) [Verse 2: Dawaun Parker] Yeah, yeah, I'm the type of nigga that sell coke I had to switch that so I could see heaven like "Hell no" I ain't never snitch or tell po' The homie at the four-fifth stitched in the Tickle Me Elmo Bullets velcro to the loop where the belt go Now he in a box, all he hear is the cell close Only see the daylight for an hour Caught beef, lost teeth in the shower Some of them dudes kill, most of them dude's cowards Some of them al-Qaida, the other the towers Me, I'm none of the above Ain't even a scratch on the boy, yet I'm covered with blood Y'knahdamean? Now they think life's all jokes like comedy kings Until they start bombing them things That used to be a whole state, now it's not anything [Hook] [Phil Beaudreau] Lost in this place Lost in this place Lost in this place Lost in this place [Bridge: Dawaun Parker] 'Ye sang "Jesus Walks" But if you ain't walking with the boy, then you're just lost I heard cats got heaters on Bet they ain't never felt flames like these before [Verse 3: Dawaun Parker] Uh, I tell you what you need to know Right now you on the Earth, where you go when you leave it though? (I don't know) I'm on my knees praying for forgiveness God please send me from the perils of this rap business Cause nowadays they say anything Black heart, black soul, all black everything Married the life, splurged on the wedding ring Where's the fat lady? Time to let her sing Before it's over I'm about to blow, I put that on everything And everybody bout to know bout him Already got a hundred hoes at the shows throwing clothes at him Cause promoters throw dough at him, dealers throw coke at him Long as the streets love him, haters try to throat-stab him Cut him up, but I run amuck Every day I'm "Hustlin'", you know, Rick Ross Keep your eyes open, don't get lost [Hook] [Phil Beaudreau] Lost in this place Lost in this place Lost in this place Lost in this place