I finally lost my way, yes, finally lost my way, I finally lost my way Finally lost my way, yes, I finally lost my way I finally lost my way, yes, I
my instincts showing Kick in, kick in I'm screaming from outside in Tell me where I've been There's nowhere to return to out there I think I've lost my
Translation: Finger Eleven. Lost My Way.
My brother Shaka would have wanted me to do it like this So raise the glasses for all the lost ones in your life Dilla dawg and master wow, what up with
Because they don't know my name, only know my initials Building bombs in the attic for elected officials I quit my job, I cut my hair You know I cut my
love I was almost home when my luck ran out And there went my suit, my doe sack and clout My fresh low low also went too And there was no denyin' that my
in the trunk On my way back from the sushi bar, drinkin' saki I'se diamonded down and clusters on my fingers like Liberace To all my 223 spitters, hustlers
in the belly of the beast A neck-turner-learner I keep my finger on the fuckin' trigga I ain't scared like these other niggas Black life bein' lost to
summertime smokin', Very hypnotized, when it was time, we spent time. There's no way to rewind, or prevent, Time from slipping away, like day, into the dark. And the way
my chemical now. Give me the drug you know I'm after. Connect me and you could be my chemical. When everybody wants you (my chemical your slow). When everybody wants you (my
I was almost home when my luck ran out And there went my suit, my doe sack and clout My fresh low-low, also went too And there was no denyin that my
set on a path to opposite destinations It's best to chalk it up and add it to the elevation Then eventually flow on to lost communication I called but lost
up an extra man The only way to use that bonus is if a sexy friend equally fine as you may join us to pass the test to slam fingers in and then out on
