I get lost in your telephone I get lost in your radio, I do I get lost in the way you call me home Call me home I get lost in your And I know you're
As you slipped away I couldn't admit that we were through And as you slipped away I found I lost myself in search of you I found I lost myself in search
If that's all you will be you'll be a waste of time You've dreamed a thousand dreams None seem to stick in your mind Two points for honesty it must make
what I've hungered for on that stage. Those seven words shook the life back in, so let's just run 'til we lose our breath. Point me at lost islands. Point
: I believe I am here to stay I believe his son was sent to save The fun zone is here Ride free so Take me one more time Take me one more time Take
I get lost in your telephone I get lost in your radio, I do I get lost in the way you call me home Call me home I get lost in your And I know you?re
If that's all you will be, you'll be a waste of time You've dreamed a thousand dreams, none seem to stick in your mind Two points for honesty It must
I believe I am here to stay I believe his son was sent to save The fun zone is here Ride free so Take me one more time Take me one more time Take me
s what I've hungered for on that stage. Those seven words shook the life back in, so let's just run 'til we lose our breath. Point me at lost islands. Point
Here in this crowd I'm feeling all alone Turn me around and point me back to home I'm getting lost more every day and I can't tear myself away From the
said, "Mom, this shirt is plaid with a butterfly collar!" The next half hour was the same old thing My mother buying me clothes from 1963 And then she lost
bunch of fuckin' assholes You know why? You don't have the guts to be what you wanna be You need people like me, you need people like me So you can point
fuckers I will never stop I bust six out the roof of my Bentley Coup Head shots so mother fuckers can't regroup, can't recoup I'll be damned if you get more points
are fuckin and the rhymes are damn strong Many MC's that choke from the mic smoke Those who tried to get with me Lost in rhyme infinity Or they lost
see no ring on your hand I be the first to admit it I?m curious about you, you seem so innocent You wanna get in my world, get lost in it Boy I?m tired
call your bluff You can't back down, lost in a crowd You've won the right to scream and shout Don't talk about it, you've lost your cool There is no point
nigga Uhh Point out the bounce Jeah, Young Hov' the King nigga Point out the bounce Point out the bounce Point out the bounce Point out the bounce Point
