The Crooked Select - Rust (Lost in the Sauce) lyrics

That gucci! I love it… [Hook: Isaiah Small] I got lost in the sauce Tryna find a way out [Verse 1: Isaiah Small] Tryna walk the right road I'm just guided by the light Yeah, it's healthy for my soul Yeah, it's healthy for my life I got hate in my heart Selfish on my mind Greed in my touch I don't know how I survive Do it for myself Never give a pity Only got love for the ones who really with me Pay attention to the real That's the only way to live You ain't gonna grow If you focus on a minute You can be strong I ain't talking ‘bout physique You can be tough Even when it's mentally Guided by the light See the road ahead of me ‘Till I rest in peace See the rest of me [Hook] Cause I got lost in the sauce I'm just tryna find a way out I got lost in the sauce Tryna find a way out [Verse 2: School of Thought] (tryna find my way out now) (OoOooOo OoOooOo) Make the room and your hips shake I rattle like a Mottled Rock Thunder when them beats drop Let the lights flicker Yo I seen you ‘round on the Tinder Me, I'm just on the brink of the limelight Just tryna find the spotlight Instead of soakin' up in the sauce Then redoxing into rust Guessing ‘cause the lust You can trust your better judgement To hit you back after that one time that I smashed All of ya dishes and wished you the best But I am not willing to wither and rust Redox reactions will turn you to dust Corrosively spillin' out acid In habits I picked up from packing up And moving my habitat west Maybe the backseatin' drivers will learn how to shift I manually grippin' and rippin' off gearboxed piers I'm honestly constantly eatin' my fears Stuck in my throat only way that I can cope is Spitting these demons and put into Reason While we be seasoning swingings and sways That put us on the top from the rusted down homies Aye, anybody ever find Kony? (haha, School of Thought! Neat Messy, Isaiah Small on the track like wüt?!) [Hook] Cause I got lost in the sauce I'm just tryna find a way out I got lost in the sauce Tryna find a way out [Verse 3: Neat Messy] Scraping off this rust Stress is why I must Stay faded till the dusk I just pray to make the cut Growing up used to people Talking down to us I'm sipping on the liquor Till my brain gets bigger And our name is on a sticker We're booking these shows While our names get bigger And they're hopping like Tigger It's about moving forward What's holding you back Is the drive that you lack So get off your a** As a matter of fact It's a matter of fact Soon you're gonna ask How the f** did all this time pa** Moving fast, hoping that it might last Hit the gra** decomposing like trash On a path you could see me like that Gonna keep doing my sh** f** what these other people tell me I'm movin away from the place that I know Won't be long till you see me sailing Riding these waves To cause a commotion And find an escape Riding that way A player that plays Is a player that pays [Hook] Cause I got lost in the sauce I'm just tryna find a way out I got lost in the sauce Tryna find a way out