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piro (saint & liam san roman) - lost كلمات الأغنية

-verse 1-

i wrote this with my two feet planted on the ground
no stewardess giving a f-ck whether i am around
i got some issues in my heart
and they’ve come overdue
when i gave credit where it’s due
mothaf-cka where you?

underestimated
under-appreciated
never thought that i could make it
so it’s y’all that i elevated
i stalled on my own creations
causing me some inner-confrontations
increasing the complications
regardless of determination
if my thoughts turned into nations
there’d be global devastation
the world would tremble like the haitians
we’d all be f-cked, neck nominations…

f-cked, neck nominations… get it..? hahaha!

but i’m patient
yet angry and impulsive
and when i blow you’ll be comparing me to an explosive
many ladies find both those things so godd-mn repulsive
but it’s not my fault
i do try to stay calm and non-revulsive
i guess i gotta cut myself a little bit of slack
no point in having dreams
if you die young from a heart attack
and i wanna say the heart is back
but will it ever be?
maybe if i find a way to boogie down like heather b
my jealousy
is lettin’ em take advantage
they tether me
my fault, it will forever be
got stung by the “whatever” bee
don’t settle for whatever’s free
and won’t be bound by no decrees
smart and hot, i want both degrees!

but man i ain’t gon’ hype
cause i ain’t all that
man i’m just a foolish whiteboy
that wish he was black
man it was fun for a while
but this rap sh-t is wack
i’m throwing in the towel
here
take the mic back

-chorus-
i’m lost inside myself
i don’t where to go
i’m confused and i need help
someone help me take control
i said i’m lost inside myself
i don’t know where to go
i’m secluded, i’m in h-ll
i need some help to find the road…

-verse 2-
sing about me, talk about me, think about me please!
my pride is out the window
here i am, i’m on my knees
what i would go through for success
you wouldn’t believe
fly overseas
work in countries that grow money trees
f-ck that givin’ up sh-t
i persevere with my att-tude
and i gotta listen when they tell me
that i’m outta tune
but maybe they’re repressin’
they testin’
if i’m a blessin’
when they light like my complection
the wish i would start regressin’
i’m bessin’
i got em’ stressin’
when really i’m just confessin’
i’m fessin’
ain’t learned my lesson
ain’t really bout ownin’ wessons
i try to control my ‘gression
and avoid any digression
but i’m lost like no directions
i’m confused like intersections

but i gotta pick a side
i’m only 18
how the f-ck can i decide?
i wanna follow my dreams
but it seems
they don’t coincide
with the path that i’m takin’
life’s a bath
im’ma jump inside
and that’s when i realize
that i can’t see for sh-t
i need some real eyes
see the difference between my fake friends
and the real guys
people that’ll help me with my wounds
and let me heal , gauze
encourage me with my work
and make sure that i feel wise

so now i seek refuge in some soul food
not like i got foolish soul
more like i’m my souls fool
yet i tell myself
“come on playa
don’t be no d-mn tool
stop whinin’ like a b-tch
and live up, to what you can do!”

- piro saint liam san roman

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