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lost son - dise lyrics

[intro]
yeah, lost son
it’s d to the i, s, e

[1st verse]
it’s the second time around
no regrets, we’re back again
born north african and they complaining about the accent man
asking them what have you ever done for me
b-tch what’s wrong with me for having faith in bunnin’ weed
got lungs to breath
you make me smile
an app on speed dial, b wild
while i’m stressing over a couple bars
and problems brought by fellas jealous of solving love
it’s tough, now all i care about is us
lost son i’ve come and i did it all in one month
if your hearing this now i’ve worked it out i guess
my boy ain’t figured it out just yet
still walking around drunk steps
same age i loved to drink and had no f-ck to give
i’m sick and licked and look i’m taking drugs again
look what a stressed mind brought to them
i guess they’ve never seen a stressed guy in front of them
how i’ve never cause a scene till i’m with intoxicants
hey look i’m drunk again intoxicated hating all my old friends
wish i’ve never known them, i don’t need em
meaning you forget ‘eheb’
she said she had no feelings
i’m reading her mind, but the signs in her eyes
tell me shes confused from the mood swings
i’m juicing out the lime i’ve supplied

[hook]
but i’m not tryna quit drinking
i’m tryna quit it all
and when we don’t talk anymore
i remember we don’t talk at all
alcohol have me repeating your child attempts that piss me off
miss me more in the fall when i’m eating dinner without pork
now i’m poor
papa your son is lost, vodka and a tun of pot
had me proper corned, life is short and death is sure
now your born, make the most of it cause it won’t mean nothing when your gone
won’t re-sp-wn, tooken long as i’m young
i’m a lost son

[2nd verse]
addiction never taunts me
it’s affliction that wants me, it haunts me
exhaust ignition of an alcoholic exhausting absorbing
this was never how they taught me but look what the hood bought me
it poured me a cup full of exhausting absorbing
i guess we stopped talking
good morning victim of another division in last nights fiction
sounded like a cry alone rhythm while the dynaphone spinning
and the wife at home singing about a drunk mans story
it’s hard walking when your constantly falling on a painted portrait

[outro]
i’m so pissed, i’m so drunk
i’m lost
where am i going, where we going
i’m gonna p-ss out… i’m gonna p-ss out

[hook]

- dise lyrics

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