The Game - Lost lyrics

Sometimes I have fucked up dreams
Wake up in cold sweats, can’t sleep
Hit the kitchen for some Moet
I get drunk, but I ain’t never smoke no wet
Been on tour 3 months and I ain't had no sex
Been meditating, exercising my mental bowflex
Michael Jackson dead
Which one of us ’bout to go next
Me, Mary J, Robin Thicke or Britney Spears
Nigga I ain’t afraid to die
Tell the devil I’m right here
Hoe, I can take the strings
Out of these Nike airs
Tie it round the ceiling fan
And end it right here
Kick the ladder cause I climbed that twice
Hate it or love it, I’m one blood nigga
It’s my life
And I can die if I want to
And mama you can cry if you want to
Just tell my sons the truth and as
The maggots eat away at my flesh
Let this iced out cross
Walk through the bones in my chest

I can try my way (I’m lost)
I can’t find my way (lost)
I can’t find my way (I’m lost)
I can’t find my way (lost)
I can’t find way

If I tell the story you
Gotta keep it between us
Only other niggas that know are
Spliff Star and Buss
I call Buss when I need a shoulder
And I don’t always listen so he call
Me back and say "I told you"
But anyway, my paps is a Peadophile
How you stick your 28 year
Old dick in your child
And now how it feel to be 52 and have a
Son that’s a millionaire, and he
Don’t fuck with you
Daddy!
She was only in the six grade
The day I heard her scream
I should have hit you with the switch blade
Then she ran but I ain’t know which way
She ended up in Vegas doing
Everything her pimp say
I’ve seen her one Christmas with a black guy
I took her
To the store and bought her
Shades with my last five
My little sister is a prostitute
And I’ma tell you what I’m about to do
Go get her cause she… (lost)

She can’t find her way
She can’t find her way
She can’t find her way
She can’t find her way
She can’t find her way

That's all I’m thinking on this Grey hound
Usually I’ll be in this seat with
Brids and a tre pound
But this time I riding for family
Like Khaled did for Ross
They hold it down in Miami
On my way to Michigan, not to see D12
I’m knocking on every door
"have you seen this female?"
Here’s a picture of my pretty baby sister
Here go one when she was ten
And this one our last Christmas
Low light skinned girl, long curly black
Hair, sorry for wasting time
I know you probably don’t care
Feel like I walk longer than just 8 miles
Ran into a borded up BMF safe house
Made me think about all the time I spent
With Meech makin’ it rain in Magic city
When life was a Georgia peach
Now life is a rotton apple
Run faster than New York
You see my sister call me ‘cause
Life is too short to get
(lost)

She can’t find her way
She can’t find her way
She can’t find her way
She can’t find her way
She can’t find her way