
Lost Dawaun Parker (Ft. Phil Beaudreau)
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[Produced by Dawaun Parker and Dr. Dre]
"I had no choice, you were already lost.."
[Verse 1: Dawaun Parker]
Yeah, D. Par', uh
Yo, yeah
What if you was lost with no cross?
I know what it's like, when you gotta drink a fifth to doze off
Tipsy, Hennessy, whisky, Zoloft
Ketamine, Pepsi mixed with Popov
Drinking NyQuil with no cough
Coca, cheeba, blowed off reefer
Anything to keep the Reaper from trying to sleep ya
Dreams of, suicidal thoughts like ether
All that mean, it's finna get hot like gasoline
Hundred shots hit the same spot like Gatling
Worse than his worst nightmare
And what's worse is he died with a smirk like "Yeah"
Thought he was O.G
Told his niggas "Bring an oz. to hell, we can smoke weed"
Homie that's crazy talk
Cause once you lay in the coffin, you're saved or lost
[Hook: Phil Beaudreau]
Played too hard, burned too bright
Stepped too far past the line
I had crossed, I had crossed (I'm just trapped in this place)
Left me scarred, left me high
With the stars in my eyes
I was lost, I was lost (I'm just trapped in this place)
"I had no choice, you were already lost.."
[Verse 1: Dawaun Parker]
Yeah, D. Par', uh
Yo, yeah
What if you was lost with no cross?
I know what it's like, when you gotta drink a fifth to doze off
Tipsy, Hennessy, whisky, Zoloft
Ketamine, Pepsi mixed with Popov
Drinking NyQuil with no cough
Coca, cheeba, blowed off reefer
Anything to keep the Reaper from trying to sleep ya
Dreams of, suicidal thoughts like ether
All that mean, it's finna get hot like gasoline
Hundred shots hit the same spot like Gatling
Worse than his worst nightmare
And what's worse is he died with a smirk like "Yeah"
Thought he was O.G
Told his niggas "Bring an oz. to hell, we can smoke weed"
Homie that's crazy talk
Cause once you lay in the coffin, you're saved or lost
[Hook: Phil Beaudreau]
Played too hard, burned too bright
Stepped too far past the line
I had crossed, I had crossed (I'm just trapped in this place)
Left me scarred, left me high
With the stars in my eyes
I was lost, I was lost (I'm just trapped in this place)
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