Lost in our ways Lyrics

Oh, hey

We're lost in our ways

Lost my wallet late last night

Had a feeling it'd be right

But I never got my money back

Met a girl in a small club

Got her number we smoked up

But she never paid me back

But I never

Ooh but if all the thing you do

Cause its always taken care in a minute or two

Oh I'm the Rasta Rasta

The number one blaster

You can feel it in your veins

Oh, hey

We're lost in our ways

Oh, hey

We're lost in our ways

I'm gonna roll a little joint

I'm gonna smoke it till its gone

And after I'm gonna hit the bong

And if I hit the bong

I am gonna hit it good

Like I'm from the hood

My man does as he should

We only smoke the indoor not outdoor

Got that skunky shit from my mate, Aladore

He's the best dealer in the world and we are cousins

I smoke to the beat and I smoke to the rhyme

Catch it with my thumb, and I smoke it on time

Rapping, your capping, I'm slapping the shit

Out of a brother, I'm pissed

I'm fucking up, I'm not a snitch don't mess me up

Rasta blaster, whipping up some pasta

Drinking lemonade and little bit of vodka

Yeah

And imma roll another,

But imma pass it round, 22's for my brother

Oh, hey

We're lost in our ways

Oh, hey

We're lost in our ways