'm fearing heartbreak Look at the time, it's almost daybreak Oh, I don't want to settle down I don't want to leave this town I'm feeling lost and found
Tradução: Taken By Trees. Perdido y Encontrado.
'm fearing heartbreak look at the time it's almost daybreak well I don't want to settle town I don't want to leave this town I'm feeling lost and found
We before I had a goatee, I used to bag the OC Yeah, fish scale nigga, what up ghost this Stashin by the old tree, moving by coke leaf Drama let the
build it up and then they tear it down Take it or leave it who cares how much it costs They'll never know how much is gone until it's lost 'til it's vanishing
The west has found a gun and it?s loaded with ?unsure? Nip and tuck if you have the bucks in a race to find a cure. Psalm one hundred and thirty nine
inside my head Years and years of Bloodshed and warfare Our mission was only to get in and kill A free vacation Of palm trees and shrapnel Trading innocence
many people getting pushed around Going to end up down the lost and found They give you media minds to keep you satisfied Then take you brain away to appease and
They're invisible, when the trip it flips They get physical, way below my lips And everything you got hoi-poloi like Now you're lost and you're lethal And
me boy-like They're invisible, when the trip it flips They get physical, way below my lips And everything you got hoi-polloi like Now you're lost and you're lethal And
dead body over my shoulder And sure to break out with my shovel Or let evil look forward And i start to dig up and toss in the body And give up more money
Suicide! Just as I thought, a bright light Greeted by friends and family, so life-like Black and in between screams and then peace Lookin' in the eyes of the grieved and
boy-like They're invisible, when the trip it flips They get physical, way below my lips And everything you got hoi-poloi like Now you're lost and you're lethal And
Word around town that I gotta stay paid Lord please forgive me I'm a vanity slave [Gucci Mane] It's the Gucci, cock and shoot Found my swag but lost my
things are not what they seem The man behind the curtain is probably mean Deep six keeps the population down Broke and soaking wet, lost and floating
the ground 'Cause even a seed Needs to spend its time in the dirt to grow But it takes motion to make a sound It takes some getting lost to be found Fire by
tree And what do you get but exploitation? From creeps who are going to ignore your situation Too many people getting pushed around Going to end up down the lost and found
