Lost

[Verse 1] 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 [Hook] 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] 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) [Hook] [Verse 3] 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) [Hook]