Cool Calm Pete - Lost lyrics

Yo party people in the place to be Yo this is Cool Calm Pete I'ma do this in G minor It goes lost in season Running out of choices Hard to cope with these lingering voices Its hopeless I've got problems with authority Its like the moral of the story is calling me With silly pranks like you ain't gonna win kid This game is bugged these kids done jinxed it Fix these plans I got hopes and dreams son Rolling down hill and the year has just begun I see America lonely with its dick hard (Hello) Wrote this on the back of a greeting card From this bleeding heart rolling down a bitter start Its these lessons you learn from that time apart Pull my guns out shooting at the TV. So medicated that I damn missed the TV But news is syndicated go catch the repeats No place to hide run amuck in the streets It goes lost in the city Running out of choices Going nowhere fast Still hearing voices Come on legs come on feet I'm just tryin make a little bit of history It's like you write with a sharpie And you make a fine point Not all city you hitting up the five points Jonsin for another attack next wave You fake stunts that's strictly for super Dave Sun don't shine now kiss the a** cheeks These cats there testing lost there cheat sheets If you've got questions then you must ask pete The antidote over these working cla** beats Woke up in the pm the face is all crusty My feet cold even the kicks are dusty I'm snowed in I plowed through these negatives Its such a pain when the Bullsh**s repetitive So why bother even takin' these next steps Even yesterday is harder to recollect Muster it up and step out of the house Take a little trip and start tearing it out lost in the city Running out of choices Going nowhere fast Still hearing voices Come on legs come on feet I'm just tryin make a little bit of history I'm home sick rocking the New York logo Its only been a week and you ain't made no doe ohh Well that blows and these are the breaks A tall order of beef is high stakes This is dedicated to the ones who think they getting old Since childhood they've been callin you an old soul Now bop that head its hip hop irony For twenty sum odd years probably Actin the same way ain't nothing really change Mabey that internet and new heads to blame Glimps of the future makin these toes curl And mabey then ill stop spyin on my ex girl In this world famous to nameless None of it is easy and none of it is painless Weighless on the moon watchin the earth turn Time on ya side and got money to burn Got a new watch I got heat in the house Got rhymes got beats no kid no spouse And ima turn it out Yo its my turn baby ima turn it out Yo its my turn baby ima turn it out Yo its my turn baby ima turn it out Yo its my turn baby ima turn it out Yo its my turn baby ima turn it out...