War Lost in the World (feat. Flipside)

Lost in the World (feat. Flipside)

War

Lyrics




I gotta be the luckiest of all times
Stared death in the face and I ain't blind
Lost in the world, gotta get mine
Praise God that I'm waking to the sunshine
I gotta be the luckiest of all times
Stared death in the face and I ain't blind
Lost in the world, gotta get mine
Praise God that I'm waking to the sunshine
Well thank God for Earth
For what it's worth I done served it well
Besides the times I done served in jail
The Earth for bail, life can just turn to hell
You learn to fail, all you need's not excel
Well we all fell for that ghetto shit
Mama wanna fail 'cause you're stuck in a basement
With a crackhead bitch
Sucking dick for just a little hit
When she sucked your dick
Kicked her out with a half a six
But this is the days of our lives
Better do it now, gotta get your head right
The fight's been long but I remain strong
On for life, Buffalo rap don
Songs of sorrow, giving hope to tomorrow
Shallow is a bullet that's hollow
Wallowing this thing called life, doing it wrong or right
Flipside ain't never lost a fight
I gotta be the luckiest of all times
Stared death in the face and I ain't blind
Lost in the world, gotta get mine
Praise God that I'm waking to the sunshine
I gotta be the luckiest of all times
Stared death in the face and I ain't blind
Lost in the world, gotta get mine
Praise God that I'm waking to the sunshine
I guess even my people really don't know
On the low I've been trying hard not to blow
Out of control
Shit for being poor on this planet
I can't stand 'em
Everybody's underhanded
So goddamn it
I was handed all this bullshit
The whole script
My life's like a movie flick
Man that's it
Can't quit too rich with these flows I got
Take a fifth and just sit
Man I miss the pot
Feeling hot, did you not hear
In the air
Looking down on me, do you care
Do you fear
That your son'll be on your path
Living fast
Don't worry dad I'ma last
Get the cash
Gonna stash 'til a half mil'
That's chill
But a flash of the half a bill
Now that's ill
Still gon' deal where the buffalos kill
Flipside burns hotter than a fiery grill
I gotta be the luckiest of all times
Stared death in the face and I ain't blind
Lost in the world, gotta get mine
Praise God that I'm waking to the sunshine
I gotta be the luckiest of all times
Stared death in the face and I ain't blind
Lost in the world, gotta get mine
Praise God that I'm waking to the sunshine
I gotta be the luckiest of all times
Stared death in the face and I ain't blind
Lost in the world, gotta get mine
Praise God that I'm waking to the sunshine
I gotta be the luckiest of all times
Stared death in the face and I ain't blind
Lost in the world, gotta get mine
Praise God that I'm waking to the sunshine



Writer(s): Raymond Albert Hayden


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