DJ Scientist - Lost Son lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, lost son It's D to the I, S, E [1st verse] It's the second time around No regrets, we're back again Born north African and they complaining about the accent man Asking them what have you ever done for me b**h what's wrong with me for having faith in bunnin' weed Got lungs to breath You make me smile An app on speed dial, B wild While I'm stressing over a couple bars And problems brought by fellas jealous of solving love It's tough, now all I care about is us Lost son I've come and I did it all in one month If your hearing this now I've worked it out I guess My boy ain't figured it out just yet Still walking around drunk steps Same age I loved to drink and had no f** to give I'm sick and licked and look I'm taking d** again Look what a stressed mind brought to them I guess they've never seen a stressed guy in front of them How I've never cause a scene till I'm with intoxicants Hey look I'm drunk again intoxicated hating all my old friends Wish I've never known them, I don't need em Meaning you forget 'Eheb' She said she had no feelings I'm reading her mind, but the signs in her eyes Tell me shes confused from the mood swings I'm juicing out the lime I've supplied [Hook] But I'm not tryna quit drinking I'm tryna quit it all And when we don't talk anymore I remember we don't talk at all Alcohol have me repeating your child attempts that piss me off Miss me more in the fall when I'm eating dinner without pork Now I'm poor Papa your son is lost, vodka and a tun of pot Had me proper corned, life is short and d**h is sure Now your born, make the most of it cause it won't mean nothing when your gone Won't re-spawn, tooken long as I'm young I'm a lost son [2nd verse] Addiction never taunts me It's affliction that wants me, it haunts me Exhaust ignition of an alcoholic exhausting absorbing This was never how they taught me but look what the hood bought me It poured me a cup full of exhausting absorbing I guess we stopped talking Good morning victim of another division in last nights fiction Sounded like a cry alone rhythm while the Dynaphone spinning And the wife at home singing about a drunk mans story It's hard walking when your constantly falling on a painted portrait [Outro] I'm so pissed, I'm so drunk I'm lost Where am I going, where we going I'm gonna pa** out... I'm gonna pa** out [Hook]