Third World Order - Lost Lyrics

Everywhere I go its just all the same places
Same faces, again and again
Its the same routine, nothing new its seems
This shits getting old
Why cant yall be real? Mixed messages like what's the deal?
The truth is I'm not playing the field
Yeah... And I remember the old days
Kicking ball in the gravel all day
Then I'd ask my gran for a 50c
And run to the corner house for something in the fridge
The old lady there made the best ice blocks
Me and my friends would sit by the rocks
And suck on those motherf*ckers, lying to each other about
Girls we were chasing, till this day, I find it funny how
Niggas will make up stories about anything and everything
Don't you trust nobody
All I got is fam so I got no worries
Niggas is just a bowl of Stephs no curry
I, know way too many would've beens if only I, stayed straight instead of rolling dice
Hanging with the homies, staying out late as f*ck
Smoking that shit, doing what they f*cken want
The teased me for being a, goodie two shoes
Now I'm the only one who even has a pair or two
I guess it's true that, life will hoola hoop on your ass
So be careful what you choose to believe in
And life is but a butterfly
And lately I've been thinking about the other side
So many questions I need answered
And now I'm looking at the father like
No motivation
Nowhere to go
Stuck in the same place
All moving slow
No motivation
Nowhere to go
Stuck in the same place
All moving slow