Oh, I'm so lost, I'm so lost, I'm so lost Oh, I'm so lost, I'm so lost, I'm so lost Yuh, yuh, too stuck in it, too much headache Bitch, I pop that .9 bullet through your dome, fitted We were too love driven, how we lose that image? Bitch, I need that fire, like I'm too cold swimmin', uh Like I moved on, you left, I'm gone Felt disconnect between us, thank God, my money long Thank God, my pants Celine, might pistol grip that chrome Too high, can't see, you right, I'm wrong Like I moved on, you left, I'm gone Felt disconnect between us, thank God, my money long Thank God my pants Celine, might pistol grip that chrome Too high, can't see, you right, I'm wrong Backwood guts on the bathroom counter Smoked that dope and I cannot see Never had no bitch that down Too many times that you walked on me Fuck 'round, get pape' then leave Pop that .9 get buck, let's see Westside from a place like hell From the 702 to the 323 like I think there's somethin' Got that feelin' that I've never felt before, uh (N-n-never felt, n-n-never felt before) Sacrificial getting to me Think I need to get some more, uh (N-need to get some, n-n-need to get some more) Yuh, and I know that I did something wrong (something wrong) But I hope you see me changing for the better (changing for the better) It's better that we parted, bitch, you on one (you on one) Bitch, I money spread my paper, not no letters Like I moved on, you left, I'm gone Felt disconnect between us, thank God, my money long Thank God, my pants Celine, might pistol grip that chrome Too high, can't see, you right, I'm wrong Like I moved on, you left, I'm gone Felt disconnect between us, thank God, my money long Thank God my pants Celine, might pistol grip that chrome Too high, can't see, you right, I'm wrong Oh, I'm so lost, I'm so lost, I'm so lost Oh, I'm so lost, I'm so lost, I'm so lost