The Game - Lost Lyrics
[Game - Verse 1]Sometimes I have f-cked up dreamsWake up in cold sweats, can't sleep, Hit the kitchen for some MoetI get drunk, but I ain't never smoke no wetBeen on tour 3 months and I aint had no sexBeen meditating, exercising my mental bowflexMichael Jackson dead, which one of us 'bout to go nextMe, Mary J, Robin Thicke or Britney SpearsNigga I ain't afraid to die, tell the devil I'm right hereHoe, I can take the strings out of these Nike airsTie it round the ceiling fan and end it right hereKick the ladder cause I climbed that twiceHate it or love it, I'm one blood nigga, it's my lifeAnd I can die if I want to, and mama you can cry if you want toJust tell my sons the truth and as the maggots eat away at my fleshLet this iced out cross, walk through the bones in my chest[Chorus]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... [Game - Verse 2]If I tell the story you gotta keep it between us, Only other niggas that know are Spliff Star and BussI call Buss when I need a shoulderAnd I don't always listen so he call me back and say "I told you"But anyway, my paps is a Peadophile, how you stick your 28 year old d-ck inYour childAnd now how it feel to be 52 and have a son that's a millionaire, and heDon't f*ck with you, daddy! She was only in the six grade, the day I heard her scream, I should haveHit you with the switch bladeThen she ran but I ain't know which way, she ended up in Vegas doingEverything her pimp sayI've seen her one Christmas with a black guy, I took her to the store andBought 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]She can't find her wayShe can't find her wayShe can't find her wayShe can't find her wayShe can't find her way[Game - Verse 3]That's all I'm thinking on this Grey houndUsually I'll be in this seat with brids and a tre poundBut this time I riding for familyLike Khaled did for Ross, they hold it down in MiamiOn my way to Michigan, not to see D12I'm knocking on every door, "have you seen this female?"Here's a picture of my pretty baby sisterHere go one when she was ten and this one our last ChristmasLow light skinned girl, long curly black hair, sorry for wasting time, IKnow you probably don't care, Feel like I walk longer than just 8 milesRan into a borded up BMF safe houseMade me think about all the time I spent with Meech makin' it rain in MagicCityWhen life was a Georgia peachNow life is a rotton appleRun faster than New YorkYou see my sister call me 'cause life is too short to get (lost)[Chorus]She can't find her wayShe can't find her wayShe can't find her wayShe can't find her wayShe can't find her way
