Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lost Desire, artist - The Roots. Date of issue: 31.12.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Lost Desire |
| It’s the love, in your heart |
| Or the pain, in your mind |
| No one cares, what the truth is |
| Cause them fortunes, they don’t lie |
| It’s the love, in your heart |
| Or the pain, in your mind |
| No one cares, what the truth is |
| Cause them fortunes, they don’t lie |
| Okay, uh-huh, okay, yo |
| I’m exhausted, but I never ever forfeit |
| Y’all just bullshit while I knock a nigga off quick |
| Y’all start speaking in tongues and start reaching for guns |
| A militant will put this heat in your lungs |
| The street and the slums, the weekend is done |
| The local class always show you what the heat is become |
| The seasons are done, and reasons are none |
| People dyin', bullets flyin' cause they squeezin' for fun |
| It’s all of a nightmare that’s right there |
| They hopin' that somebody in the hood just might care |
| With all this protestin' and rallyin', death toll tallyin' |
| Foul smells around them, pails in the alley and |
| Corner filled with teddy bears cause they killed a child again |
| They sing about murder, so it ain’t a song it’s hollerin' |
| Get off the choir with your soft attire |
| Niggas out here don’t give a fuck cause they lost desire |
| It’s the love, in your heart |
| Or the pain, in your mind |
| No one cares, what the truth is |
| Cause them fortunes, they don’t lie |
| It’s the love, in your heart |
| Or the pain, in your mind |
| No one cares, what the truth is |
| Cause them fortunes, they don’t lie |
| Yeah, my city’s full of, heartbreakers and stargazers |
| Who puff garsh Vegas so they gone with the wind like Clark Gable |
| Breathin' like Darth Vader, believin' in dark angel |
| Yeah we got flags but they not star-spangled |
| We not patriotic, the heroes are not them |
| Ghetto grills like rims, you stop, they still spin |
| Tall tales at the bar, witnessed after dark |
| And we still stomp in in chicken and brown Timbs |
| And listen to Rakim with the way that y’all been |
| For realla, I hadn’t been schemin' or plottin' |
| You fear us? |
| But fear itself personified |
| Payin' homage to homicide, prayin' to the dollar sign |
| It’s idle worship, the rebel forces |
| Bodies lie at the foundation of the fortress |
| This is war, we expect some losses |
| And we comin' for the heads of the bosses |
| It’s the love, in your heart |
| Or the pain, in your mind |
| No one cares, what the truth is |
| Cause them fortunes, they don’t lie |
| It’s the love, in your heart |
| Or the pain, in your mind |
| No one cares, what the truth is |
| Cause them fortunes, they don’t lie |
| Yo, we on some casualties of war shit, what you stand for, kid? |
| We in the city where they definitely lost it |
| You open your eyelids and get capped in the ribs |
| Your funeral they have your 12th grade portrait |
| Pretty corpse in casket, bell-shaped orchids |
| Said he 19 and left a self-made fortune |
| And left tres orphans, now he in a box |
| With the same chain and watch that never came off him |
| It’s a shame what it cost him, where he come from it ain’t nothin' |
| It’s a everyday thing, that’s a problem |
| It’s chambers revolvin', bustin' like Russian roulette |
| With a full set, they change what the odds is |
| Flames in the mosque and, people held hostage |
| Everyday I struggle, try to get up out the mosh-pit |
| Homicide for profit, tell me how we not sick? |
| This shit is out of control, they can’t stop it |
| It’s the love, in your heart |
| Or the pain, in your mind |
| No one cares, what the truth is |
| Cause them fortunes, they don’t lie |
| It’s the love |