Lyrics Sunny Isle - Spike Yee

When I get lost
Feel I've been crossed
She will be my salvation
When I get lost
Feel I've been crossed
She will be my salvation

Ain't a place in the game for an Asian rapper
From West Virginia, proper grammar looking dapper than a mannequin
Backing the Civic up in a spot my homie standing in
The parking lot so I can spark a blunt, that's how I handle shit
Ride dolo every now and then I tandem it
Tell a bitch plans cancel it I got the cannabis
Straight herbal, hero with a cracked shell
Sipping green tea while I fill it with the purple
Ninja with a purpose to serve
I may get ahead of Foot
But it's needless to say, I like Turtles
J Mei may on any evening murk you
Wise guys, my style, Stephon without Urkel
On point like Nash in Dallas, I'm finna Dirk you
Lights out, curfew
Tell the opponent to pipe down like church do, dangit
I'm feeling similar to my hairdo, faded

When I get lost
Feel I've been crossed
She will be my salvation
When I get lost
Feel I've been crossed
She will be my salvation

I done had it with the live I been living, I may be tripping
But even a little pain will get you closer to the finish
Even a little aim will get you focused on your vision
Can't make it rain without at least a pocket full of singles
Wallet feeling empty I'ma rock it til it jingle
Fuck a holiday to obligate your every dime and nickel
To the bank where your interest trickles
I'd rather take a calculated risk and possibly triple
But it takes money to make money
What you say honey
Let my music play and tell me that shit couldn't make money
Already got less than they could ever take from me
Just doing this for the music, never eat I stay hungry
Started for the art of it
Sixth grade spitting with a Pokemon starter kit
Never played the game, I just stayed collecting holograms
Saw the bigger picture, figured this a better way to be a part of it

When I get lost
Feel I've been crossed
She will be my salvation
When I get lost
Feel I've been crossed
She will be my salvation