Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Livin Lost, artist - DJ DeadeyeDate of issue: 27.01.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Livin Lost |
| Slaine: |
| Yo I roll the dice kissing my palm, a real gambler |
| But my mission is strong my vision is long |
| The hardest artist with the pen leaking my pistol is drawn |
| I walked sidewalks that wished I was gone |
| Fistful of Psalm, my punch is full of poetry, a pitbull wit rhymes |
| I roll with dollar bills and I puff my nickels with dimes |
| They put me in the hospital. |
| Told me I’m sick in the mind |
| Police pull me over searching for a pistol to find, da nine! |
| So maybe I’m defiant and young |
| But I can see my future in the silent eyes of my son |
| He sayin' «Daddy is an animal. |
| My farther is a sicker soul. |
| Held his gun close |
| to him, always drank his liquor cold!» |
| Such a cold bastard I was |
| I was only passionate about my past as it was |
| Perhaps I’m to consumed about the cash and the drugs |
| I shed tears when they ask what I was, I was livin' lost |
| (Hook) |
| Money money money got my mind on it |
| So everyday I’m on my grind homie |
| Got no clue 'bout when my time gon' end |
| Like I’m living my whole life blindfolded |
| I’m lost |
| (I don’t I know where I’m going to) |
| I’m lost |
| (But I can’t do it without you) |
| Esoteric: |
| Ya, makin' rap records got me livin' lost like Jack Shepard |
| No place to hide, no spots to rock, like the black leopard |
| But I tackle the gazelle, battle rappers till they fell |
| Insane asylum, whining that they padded to the cell |
| All you gotta do in 2010 is rap on twitter well |
| NFL chain movin' to the city citadel |
| I ain’t BC, I’m a mac so forget it Del |
| I rock a jersey in Jersey without a bit of gel |
| I spit it, tell the truth, the kid is hell on wheels with that bitter smell |
| Like ghost rider, no ghost writer most critics fell |
| Yo, I’m tryna bake it and fake it until I make it |
| But that recipe is sacred, don’t you ever mistake it. |
| I can’t |
| Give up yet, yeah the wisdoms upset |
| I’m livin' lies, livin' lost, got us livin' in debt |
| We livin', check to check like tenaments in Prague right? |
| Shit is fucked up every day and every night |
| (Hook) |
| Money money money got my mind on it |
| So everyday I’m on my grind homie |
| Got no clue 'bout when my time gon' end |
| Like I’m living my whole life blindfolded |
| I’m lost |
| (I don’t I know where I’m going to) |
| I’m lost |
| (But I can’t do it without you) |
| Krumb Snatcha: |
| Back then, murda murda all a y’all homie |
| Never think one blink, wrap em up like ??? |
| Live wire, the mind is electric |
| Melodic, hypnotic, robotic who wanna set shit in motion? |
| Rub 'em all out like lotion |
| Deeper than the ocean, pen and the pad, my potion |
| I’ll hex ya like voodoo, who do more!!! |
| The young Islamic, Raja Mohamed wit metaphors |
| Been lost, what it take to be the best? |
| Cover all ground, I’m a human GPS |
| Never have to stress, get lost and I’m coastin' |
| To the game relief like IB profen |
| Step on stage, make it scream like banshees |
| What you know about government cheese in their pantries? |
| I came from the bottom, man I deserve this |
| The flow Esoteric, don’t get Slaine by verses |
| (Hook) |
| Money money money got my mind on it |
| So everyday I’m on my grind homie |
| Got no clue 'bout when my time gon' end |
| Like I’m living my whole life blindfolded |
| I’m lost |
| (I don’t I know where I’m going to) |
| I’m lost |
| (But I can’t do it without you) |