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letra de lost - pez

[verse 1]
he starts off, just waitin’ to go
up top to the spot where you wave below and they
say the stage is made to stay as though
it’s all fitted, sights with no limit above
from the beginnin’ never givin’ a f-ck
this time he’ll be livin’ it up, or so he thinks (uh)
i think “well, if that’s an insult
is that the kid’s fault to act on impulse?” (no)
of course not, ’cause see we dream
of what we see on the tv screen, ’cause we believe
what we see when we’re young
i guess ’til you’re older that’s reason enough, you just see all this stuff
then sit down upon it
think “don’t know why, but shit now i want it (uh)
i gotta have it”, it’s like a magnet
that acts as a force that attracts you towards it
he can’t afford it (nah), but he knows that
the way that he’s rappin’ll make it all happen
in time, and when it’s time to go
he won’t be lookin’ back on what’s behind him, no
so, those who hate’ll slowly fade and all of
those who gave him hope’ll stay, yeah
he’s in a fight for the top, but the prize that he wants
is a lie his pride won’t find ’cause he’s lost

[chorus]
in the world of the stars with the girls and the cars
he’s lost, yeah
and he wants that dream but he’s unable to see
he’s lost
now on the road they mapped so there’s no way back
he’s lost
lost

[verse 2]
now he’s got his sights on the shine of the bright lights
with his eyes blinded by the high life
and for the right price, now he’s
ready to sign on the dots of the enemy’s line (that’s right)
“here’s a pen kid, everything’s fine
it’s just a contract sayin’ that you’re letting us buy
all the rights to your life till you’re 75
’cause the music you make, well, it says that it’s mine (ha-ha)”
but as a kid, nah, he didn’t hear that
he just heard “advance” and that means real cash
that he can use to show all the people he made it
“f-ck work!”, now he’s gonna be famous (uh-huh)
and rap flows at his packed shows
knowin’ people that came are screamin’ his name
up in his head he’s just tryna prepare for when he’s there
why? ’cause he’s still not aware that he’s lost

[verse 3]
okay, the mic’s on
fans watch and wait
everyone’s listening, what to say?
he’s got ideas all across the page
but he won’t be usin’ none of them, not today
(why?) ’cause they don’t care what he tells himself
all they care about is tryna make this alb-m sell (yeah)
and now it’s too late to yell for help
because he signed that contract and it’s a con (fact)
he’s gotta do what he’s told
and let ’em use up his soul so the units are sold (uh-huh)
why would they let the music evolve?
when it’s safer to just fit the usual mould (that’s right)
plus he’s the one who loses the whole
lot if it fails, he’s locked in a jail
now where it’s hard to think
needs to write songs but he can’t begin, now feelin’ the
pressure raise and his effort fade
he’s down when in a hole left with less to say
no way it’s gettin’ better when his tentative pen’s now
centered ’round thinkin’ “when, oh, when will it end?” (end)
if only he could just take the time back
and make it right, life is sacred like that (yeah)
all he wanted was a hall with the fame, instead
now he’s just another p-wn in the game who got lost

- pez

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