Lyrics Lost (feat. Holden Black) - Josh Forehead

I don't wanna write this song
I don't wanna write this song yeah hmmm
I don't wanna write this song yeah ooooh ahh
I wonder what my dad would say
Speeding through this lifestyle feeling like a drag race
But I swear to god I can never be in last place
Dealings with my thoughts I put bread over all
Sex over none
Racks getting tall
Look up to the ceiling
Pour my feelings on this song
Please don't get involve if you not with the cause
Fakes get exposed
Weak niggas getting lost
Shorty pink toe
Just fucking with a boss
Show you how to make a profit from initial loss
This the winner circle all my niggas do is ball
Trauma supposed to hurt you
But this shit just make me strong
And i'm going stupid full restarted in the mall
And i'm counting up
So i won't pick up when you call
Shorty know beat it up I feel like Jake Paul
We keep going up cuz ain't no reaching when you fall
Lil bitch

I feel the weight of the world on my shoulders
I know this pain not gone last us forever
I pour a pint just to make it feel better
Yeah yeah
I know this money gone last us forever
Forever
I feel the weight of the world on my shoulders
I know this pain not gone last us forever
I pour a pint just to make it feel better
Yeah yeah
I know this money gone last us forever
Forever
Forever
Forever
Forever