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lirik lagu jun!or - lost

(hook 1)

in my city every man is chasin dough.. chasin liquor chasin hoes/
rollin swishers facing blow no
take control why the f-ck are we so primitive/
our generation doesn’t give a sh-t so tell em that we lost

and searching for a way to go
lost
like they didn’t pave the road
lost
he might never make it home
lost
just tune into the radio what’d it say?

(verse one)

hes livin in a life of sin.. he likes to win..
he shows the love but no ones liken him/ the price
and a result of doing anything to find the ins
but its fire to the fuel so he writes again he

lights a gram and pops a bottle open.. pops would never show him
how to be a man so he drowns his thoughts and his emotions/
lost a couple homies prima donnas.. pot he smoked to ease his conscious only left him silent

so what does he live for? cause he had a plan to get his crew on a big tour/
to give more show these f-cks what they in for.. its been war
lord when i die know i wrote my own eulogy/
they wanna chain us all.. stop slavin for some jewelry

he gets lost! chase that life.. he would flex would they play that twice
in that route, he would lose his sight
alotta loose screws and a bruised up wife drinking brews all night
tryna find a way but he got stuck in his mind again/
and i can’t blame him he’s a product of the environment

(hook 2)

in my city all these b-tches chasin dough..chasin liquor for the low
cause she strippen on the pole go
do your thang but where the f-ck is all the innocence
our generation doesnt give a sh-t so tell em that we lost

and searching for a way to go
lost
like they didn’t pave the road
lost
she might never make it home
lost
just tune into to the radio what’d it say?

(verse two)

she’s livin in a life of sin she likes to spend/
she got a man but he likes her friend/ pipes her
cause her type is aiite but no ones wifen them/
on the instagram outta line like hyphens and

her head is big from liken em.. acquired her a fan base/
now she hits the stage only way to get the rent paid/
that bullsh-t.. got a good set of -ss and t-ts/
but f-ckn on a plastic d-ck.. because in every man see sees her dads face/

so whats her purpose? stunt on these hoes and purchase purses/
suddenly tho it hurts its worthless..
wanna go home but she can’t afford it..
spent all that money made strippin on the whips and the crib and couch and heels/
now stuck with a limp d-ck pimp paying rent at the biggest f-cken house in the hills

she gets lost.. tryna fake that life in the long run she would pay that price/
started with a bottle but she wanna be a model gotta lose a lotta weight sniffing ye all night
sniffin ye all night tryna fly away/
but she got stuck in that crowd again/
and i can’t blame her she’s a product of the environment

(hook 3)

in my city i’m always chasin dough.. chasin whips and bigger homes/
tryna live like diddy combs woah/ wooo
thats my goal i don’t know if imma finish it
i really don’t give a sh-t so tell em that i’m

lost
and searching for a way to go
lost
like they didn’t pave the road
lost
i might never make it home
lost
i tune into the radio

(verse three)

im livin in a life of sin ya d-mn straight/
earning off a trimmins like landscape/
its getting hard to turn her t-tties sitting on the hand break/
then i get up in it when i’m finish she don’t stand straight/

probably hit the d-mn rave.. jumping f-ck it, might pop a pill or two/
this chick molly ohh gally her bodies got me in the mood/
drownin in that p-ssy wear an inner tube then p-ss to homies
holy matrimony ? what if b-tches start clapping for me?

i’m bout macaroni.. i don’t give a f-ck about tax returning/
plants are burning my stash is firm (ah) i lack concern so its back to old me/
all i ever had was my word, my herb and my mother f-cken ball sack/
you could all this sh-t that i earned go and burn it still i got enough to get it all back/

i call that

me! for this sh-t imma bleed/ whats it gonna be? lemme think/
the dealer or the feen. k!ller or the victim in the middle of the sea
lyrics or the beat.. shiver or the heat 6 feet deep ill die then ill try again/
reincarnate in a better place still a product of the environment lost

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