Song parody of
Lost
by Schriz
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I been feelin lost baby
Lotta turnin with the tossing lately
Hit the NOS to look boss but I'm really shaky
Goin crazy cause the jaws around me feeling shady
A giant field without the moss dry as shit no applause
No scent for the hounds no lily pads for the frogs
A closet filled with teeny spiders spinnin webs with the cobs
It’s a cross between a dream and livin in a thick fog
A submarine in the sea with no sonar to see
Like that Bermuda bitch got full control o’ me
An airplane in a storm with no radar to flee
Like a Barracuda ride racin straight for the greed
I'm Joe & Mac in the Tropics poppin dinos for cash
I’m John Locke blowin up the hatch after the crash
It's like I'm trudging through a maze tryna find my way
The North star is MIA plus my compass is fake
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Caught a cold without the mitt took a seat but didn't sit
I’m still standing in this bitch like did I even pay rent
Another Chris in the abyss, nowhere to be found
Self esteem low as shit no hair to hold up the crown
Bought a house and a couple of whips I thought it’d help
Got an office with some shit on the shelves it didn’t help
Copped a new watch to throw on my wrist it didn’t help
Droppin dollars won’t release you from shit I’m still in hell
A human without a sense of direction what a mess
Confusion settles in as it's put to the test
This constant flow of information escalates stress
Let us hit the dro I guarantee we’ll struggle much less
I might be mad at myself we might be mad at the man
It’s just another excuse to fuckin veer from the plan
To go from rags to riches but still feel like a rag
Guess I’ll pull up my breeches and go get the next bag
It’s Schriz
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I been feelin lost baby
Lotta turnin with the tossing lately
Hit the NOS to look boss but I'm really shaky
Goin crazy cause the jaws around me feeling shady
A giant field without the moss dry as shit no applause
No scent for the hounds no lily pads for the frogs
A closet filled with teeny spiders spinnin webs with the cobs
It’s a cross between a dream and livin in a thick fog
A submarine in the sea with no sonar to see
Like that Bermuda bitch got full control o’ me
An airplane in a storm with no radar to flee
Like a Barracuda ride racin straight for the greed
I'm Joe & Mac in the Tropics poppin dinos for cash
I’m John Locke blowin up the hatch after the crash
It's like I'm trudging through a maze tryna find my way
The North star is MIA plus my compass is fake
L followed by the O-S-T
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Caught a cold without the mitt took a seat but didn't sit
I’m still standing in this bitch like did I even pay rent
Another Chris in the abyss, nowhere to be found
Self esteem low as shit no hair to hold up the crown
Bought a house and a couple of whips I thought it’d help
Got an office with some shit on the shelves it didn’t help
Copped a new watch to throw on my wrist it didn’t help
Droppin dollars won’t release you from shit I’m still in hell
A human without a sense of direction what a mess
Confusion settles in as it's put to the test
This constant flow of information escalates stress
Let us hit the dro I guarantee we’ll struggle much less
I might be mad at myself we might be mad at the man
It’s just another excuse to fuckin veer from the plan
To go from rags to riches but still feel like a rag
Guess I’ll pull up my breeches and go get the next bag
It’s Schriz
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