E From The L.O.S.T. - Jam On The Box lyrics

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E From The L.O.S.T. - Jam On The Box lyrics

[E From The L.O.S.T.] (Verse 1) Tell my Mother 'I'm sorry I'm a piece of sh**.' I've been to hell and back for everything I did My bullsh** life is a testament to everything I ever f**ed off due to negligence My shadow's 7'6" with horns and sh**. Follows me around everywhere I go like a jealous b**h I wanna roam alone on some selfish sh**, but I'm a s**er for thick hips and selfless lips Readin' Sun Tzu on a train goin' far away, if the native's cool we'll unpack and stay I don't got sh** anyway, except a lot of pain. I leave that sh** back home where I used to lay I need a new day... we never danced in the rain we f**in' danced for the rain, it was a fair exchange Section 805, white folks hope we die. Open up your eyes ese, see the flames in mine [Hook] Jam on the box and we'll really see who's dope or not He's got a lot of songs. It's a lot of slop How the f** he rhyme? He can barely talk Jam on the box and we'll really see who's dope or not Jam on the box and we'll really see who's dope or not He's got a lot of songs. It's a lot of slop How the f** he rhyme? He can barely talk Jam on the box and we'll really see who's dope or not [E From The L.O.S.T.] (Verse 2) Tell my brother 'I'm sorry I'm that motherf**er'. You helped raise me I'm sorry that I'm f**ing crazy 80's baby, Momma did her best with us. Momma did without so there would be just enough for us 'On the up and up' is what we always said. But it always got worse, on the real that sh** hurt In the dirt where d**h lurks, Momma was always at work trying to make some sh** work. Being broke was no perk The doctor always said that the voices in my head would go away some day I think he meant when I'm dead, I think he meant when I'm gone If I wasn't so young he would have said 'ask God, we don't know what's going on' What's going on is the voice of Genghis Khan lives on through me. Hauntin' me in my dreams telling me to conquer things Honestly on to be spreading philosophies written with God's pen, hidden subconsciously [Hook] Jam on the box and we'll really see who's dope or not He's got a lot of songs. It's a lot of slop How the f** he rhyme? He can barely talk Jam on the box and we'll really see who's dope or not Jam on the box and we'll really see who's dope or not He's got a lot of songs. It's a lot of slop How the f** he rhyme? He can barely talk Jam on the box and we'll really see who's dope or not [E From The L.O.S.T.] (Verse 3) Tell my sister I cherish all the time I spent with her You heard my first rhyme, do you remember? I was just a kid then, with the paper and the pen and you're the only one who'd really listen in I laugh when I think back on the wack raps I was spittin' then, but then again it was all pretend Never spit no real sh** until I was old enough to understand sh** was f**ed up when we were growin' up Not a person in our building ever sobered up. Sean and Jesse just kids, pigs rolled 'em up A lot of good it did... I look at them as men. I blame those motherf**in' cops for their lives of sin A lot of vicodin never took the pain away. Little Ponce still locked away today That's Boi's little brother, that's my little brother. Don't cry motherf**er, that's for s**ers [Hook] Jam on the box and we'll really see who's dope or not He's got a lot of songs. It's a lot of slop How the f** he rhyme? He can barely talk Jam on the box and we'll really see who's dope or not