Lost

Yo party people in the place to be

Yo this is Cool Calm Pete

I'ma do this in G minor

It goes lost in season

Running out of choices

Hard to cope with these lingering voices

Its hopeless I've got problems with authority

Its like the moral of the story is calling me

With silly pranks like you ain't gonna win kid

This game is bugged these kids done jinxed it

Fix these plans I got hopes and dreams son

Rolling down hill and the year has just begun

I see America lonely with its dick hard (Hello)

Wrote this on the back of a greeting card

From this bleeding heart rolling down a bitter start

Its these lessons you learn from that time apart

Pull my guns out shooting at the TV.

So medicated that I damn missed the TV

But news is syndicated go catch the repeats

No place to hide run amuck in the streets

It goes lost in the city

Running out of choices

Going nowhere fast

Still hearing voices

Come on legs come on feet

I'm just tryin make a little bit of history

It's like you write with a sharpie

And you make a fine point

Not all city you hitting up the five points

Jonsin for another attack next wave

You fake stunts that's strictly for super Dave

Sun don't shine now kiss the ass cheeks

These cats there testing lost there cheat sheets

If you've got questions then you must ask pete

The antidote over these working class beats

Woke up in the pm the face is all crusty

My feet cold even the kicks are dusty

I'm snowed in I plowed through these negatives

Its such a pain when the Bullshits repetitive

So why bother even takin' these next steps

Even yesterday is harder to recollect

Muster it up and step out of the house

Take a little trip and start tearing it out

lost in the city

Running out of choices

Going nowhere fast

Still hearing voices

Come on legs come on feet

I'm just tryin make a little bit of history

I'm home sick rocking the New York logo

Its only been a week and you ain't made no doe ohh

Well that blows and these are the breaks

A tall order of beef is high stakes

This is dedicated to the ones who think they getting old

Since childhood they've been callin you an old soul

Now bop that head its hip hop irony

For twenty sum odd years probably

Actin the same way ain't nothing really change

Mabey that internet and new heads to blame

Glimps of the future makin these toes curl

And mabey then ill stop spyin on my ex girl

In this world famous to nameless

None of it is easy and none of it is painless

Weighless on the moon watchin the earth turn

Time on ya side and got money to burn

Got a new watch I got heat in the house

Got rhymes got beats no kid no spouse

And ima turn it out

Yo its my turn baby ima turn it out

Yo its my turn baby ima turn it out

Yo its my turn baby ima turn it out

Yo its my turn baby ima turn it out

Yo its my turn baby ima turn it out...