lost boys Lyrics

Back to the future, Ain't from around here

You gon' know my name when I'm done around here

Lost boy gang, guess who run it around here?

You fucking up earth, looking bummy round here

It don't feel the same where the love around here?

My baby only one I really trust around here

Everybody grow up getting stuck around here

So they never leave

Develop little tribes and enemies

Find them a god or a gun and then they settle in

I ain't settling

I ain't easily convinced

I be doing wash

Put the devil in the rinse

He don't get a cent

I be with a dime piece

Not a cent less

And you know I smell good

Get so high

When I fall it feels good

What you know about that?

What you know about that?

What you know about that?

What you know about that?

Lost hell but bet I found my shadow

Lost as hell but bet I got my honor

Up and down the bank account, my commas

It's been a while since I seen my momma

Broke as hell again this shits exhausting

But I think tomorrow shows some promise

I don't know I'm tryna keep it poppin'

Dodging cops I'm tryna keep my pockets

You finer than a ticket on my Honda

Always swimming around inside my noggin

If were being honest I don't mind it

If we're being honest I got problems

Fell into the wardrobe

Found a Casio watch, and a pair of round glasses

Fell in to the rap game, chasing white rabbits

Mind race like rapids

Race out the city just to calm my madness

(Hit that bih

Hit that raw when I hit that bih)

Riding through the city

Got weed in my pocket

Like I collect grass

Never did my homework

But I was in class,

'Til I started skipping

Young Walt Whitman

Young Bruce Wayne

Young Walt Disney

I don't really like it when you dumb-talk to me

I like fall and I'm falling for ya

September, October, end august for ya

Cause I'm all in for ya

Damn, you got me

I knew what it was when I

found you in the lobby

I can see you working on yourself and your body

I'm just tryna get a couple raps off

Riding through the 'boro with the gang

Head lights in the rain

And we Can't see a thing

Car packed to the brim

Supposed to be on lunch

But this lunch don't end

And we never coming back

Who got the beats?

Who freak the blacks?

Who got the shrapnel?

Who need wraps?

This the land of the lost

Land of the free

Free come with cost

What it cost to be me?