Lost and Found

This feeling is hard to contain don't know what's wrong wit my brain

Hand on my heart and I pray they dont finding them partial remains

Bleach all the seats at the scene incase some the particle stayed

Hand on my heart and i prayed don't know what's wrong wit my brain

I been defeated I left the streets with a scar on my face

It's just a part of the game I put ya car on my chain

Rolled up my refer and then yo bitch gave me horrible brain

Pull out the heater it's in my hand like a the portable game

Mag dumping

Had to bag up em