Текст песни Lost Minds - Nate Willard

Lost minds lost minds
Tryna find their way, got me like
Lost minds lost minds

This that last year lost in the thought
Time flying by now it's here now it's not
You gotta keep moving or get stuck in the past
No time to slow down slam on the gas
Handbrake turn like make the tires burn
I'm the teacher on the beat so now you gonna learn like
Hit that one and two
Yeah we gonna do
Don't be picky boy like
Run it run it through
How do I write these lines
Feels like I'm losing my mind
How do I write these lines
Feels like I'm outta time

Lost minds lost minds
Tryna to find their way, got me like
Lost minds lost minds
Holding out for another day

Lost minds lost minds
Tryna to find their way, got me like
Lost minds lost minds

Only you can prevent wild fire tracks
I'm a bear call me Smokey
Talk to much man they try to shut me up
I'm Matilda in the chokey

Lost minds lost minds
Lost minds lost minds
Lost minds lost minds
Lost minds lost minds