Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lost in My Zone, artist - Lil Wyte. Album song Still Doubted?, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 18.06.2012
Record label: Wyte
Song language: English
Lost in My Zone |
I get drunk and I pop pills. |
I can show you, but I can’t tell you how it feels. |
This a complicated life, the one that I live. |
I don’t give a shit bitch, it is what it is. |
I’m own my own shit, own shit, lost in my zone shit. |
Own shit, own shit, lost in my zone shit. |
I’m own my own shit, own shit, lost in my zone shit. |
Lost in my zone shit, lost in my zone shit. |
Two crazy baby mamas, two daughters, too little time. |
It’s hard for me to address my true feelings in the rhyme, |
I try and try and just keep coming up with empty lines. |
Billions of thoughts creep around the outer edges of my mind. |
And I’m intelligent but use alcohol and drugs as a crutch, |
For some reason when I’m high and drunk, I don’t feel the pain that much. |
So I just put some more OG, and another blunt, |
Bottle up my problems to keep my eyes face to the front. |
Head in the sky, always high, never looking down, |
And if I don’t plan to land, then I don’t never have to see the ground. |
Captain of the plane and all the bullshit, fuels the tank, |
And right before we boarded, we cleaned out all of the Memphis bank, |
Money train or money jet, we gonna get that money bet. |
Don’t anyone know what we doing, look at all the phony sweat. |
Can’t tell you where I’m going, at or even were I was, |
If something goes wrong tonight, then I’ll just say it was because: |
I got a career that held on somehow for now well over a decade, |
And still get shows every weekend with no fucking radio play. |
I guess I’m ahead of my time, or even walking the perfect line. |
But I still can’t get no sleep, cause my hours are fucked from driving and |
flying. |
That’s part of the game, I know that so I deal with it. |
Crack the crown open I wash it down and take some pills with it. |
That’s the only way I’m getting rest in Memphis ten, |
Call me what you wanna call me, you don’t know where I have been. |
I’ve seen my homies die, watched my child get took in court, |
Plus my pop is dead I no longer have that father support. |
You think it’s easy being me? |
I got as many problems as you, |
And that was a few that bothers me, keyword: 'was a few', |
Listen I’ve walked roads ride bikes and drove up this road, |
And I’m gonna keep it 150 miles per hour on this ho. |
Tires will never gonna blow, |
Engines never gonna explode, |
I’m W-Y-T-E I don’t care what you think of me, |
Just so you know. |