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Sir Michael Rocks - Lost Boys

[Intro: Trinidad James]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
If I, if I, haha, dream

[Pre-Chorus: Trinidad James]
I said if I was a cop, man, I'd probably be a crooked one
And when I was a youngin', always did shit that I shouldn't have done
Like runnin' in these streets, runnin' in these freaks
Mama always told me I was born to be a G
If I was a cop, man, I'd probably be a crooked one
And when I was a youngin', always did shit that I shouldn't have done (Man, fuck the police, man, haha)
Like runnin' in these streets, runnin' in these freaks (Ya, ya)
Mama always told me I was born to be a G
[Chorus: Trinidad James]
Lost boys out in this lonely world
Lost boys out in this lonely world
All we know is drugs and girls
All we know is drugs and girls

[Verse 1: Trinidad James]
This ain't no cowboy shit, man, this that Alpo shit, fam
An ATL nigga that never fell for shit, man
I always had to grind, story of my life
Scrubbin' for the shot, I think I lived my life twice
It’s Casanova smooth, James classic, bitches with me
Niggas straight up out the blue flame
Hot bitches, Liu Kang
New to the port, nigga, call me butane
I’m so damn Hussein
Niggas get to ask me a muthafuckin’ question
A muthafuckin’ question
I went from havin' nothin' to my niggas coppin' sections
To rockin' six gold rings
Then I had to go cop six more grains
Shit done change, man, my momma is my main thing
Took reality and put it in a mainframe
Put it in the main frame, my momma is my main thing
Took reality and put it in a mainframe, bitch
You might also like[Pre-Chorus: Trinidad James]
If I was a cop, man, I'd probably be a crooked one
And when I was a youngin', always did shit that I shouldn't have done
Like runnin' in these streets, runnin' in these freaks
Mama always told me I was born to be a G
If I was a cop, man, I'd probably be a crooked one
And when I was a youngin', always did shit that I shouldn't have done
Like runnin' in these streets, runnin' in these freaks
Mama always told me I was born to be a G

[Chorus: Trinidad James & Mac Miller]
Lost boys out in this lonely world
Lost boys out in this lonely world
All we know is drugs and girls (Ya, ya)
All we know is drugs and girls (Ya)

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
Praise Elijah, welcome your messiah
Walk inside a room, the bitches offer up vagina
I’m eatin' Jambalaya off a thousand dollar China
Findin' hoes in Idaho, ain't strippers, but they ride the pole
Mister Muddy sipper, that mixture is an elixir
A list of A-list celebrities sendin' me naked pictures
The higher I get, the more money I make
I had a threesome with that ho, now she fuckin' with Drake, damn
Bitches sniffin' Xannies, yeah, they takin' them bars
Lucky she got a father who can pay for her car
I'm faded, but don't worry, been this way from the start
Just shot a video, killed another radio star
Don't make the mistake of thinkin' I wasn't livin' fast
(Whop bop b-luma b-lop) That's Little Richard cash
It's Baghdad in the booth, yeah, I'm bombin' it
Rocks, James, and Miller, that's the conglomerate
(Get off my dick)
[Pre-Chorus: Trinidad James]
I said if I was a cop, man, I'd probably be a crooked one
And when I was a youngin', always did shit that I shouldn't have done
Like runnin' in these streets, runnin' in these freaks
Mama always told me I was born to be a G
If I was a cop, man, I'd probably be a crooked one
And when I was a youngin', always did shit that I shouldn't have done
Like runnin' in these streets, runnin' in these freaks
Mama always told me I was born to be a G

[Chorus: Trinidad James]
Lost boys out in this lonely world
Lost boys out in this lonely world
All we know is drugs and girls
All we know is drugs and girls

[Verse 3: Sir Michael Rocks]
I don't slack, I don't simp
I don't sleep, I don't slump, I don't lack, I don't loaf, nigga
I don't brag, I don't boast
I don't pull out the Cris if we ain't poppin' that toast, nigga
She had dreams she was fuckin' with a phone boy
It cost seven iPhones for the clothes, boy
I went from the toy store into Tolstoys
Bitch, it's Banco, dick fat like cankles, huh
Runnin' through the check, bro, check one, check two, check three
A nigga wanna check me, his ass better check again
Hustle, tryna touch a Benz, deuces of the activist, sprite mud wrestlin'
And I'm on the border with the Mexican
I’m about to cop the Aston if he let's them in
That's my guala, that's my partner, we the best of friends
Nigga, know the code or you will never get a text again
Goofy, face ass, jacuzzi with your main splash
Polo motorcycle with the Gucci on the break pads
Choppin', pussy, possum better play dead
Learn the game from the old heads (Back up)

[Pre-Chorus: Trinidad James]
I said if I was a cop, man, I'd probably be a crooked one
And when I was a youngin', always did shit that I shouldn't have done
Like runnin' in these streets, runnin' in these freaks
Mama always told me I was born to be a G
If I was a cop, man, I'd probably be a crooked one
And when I was a youngin', always did shit that I shouldn't have done
Like runnin' in these streets, runnin' in these freaks
Mama always told me I was born to be a G

[Chorus: Trinidad James]
Lost boys out in this lonely world
Lost boys out in this lonely world
All we know is drugs and girls
All we know is drugs and girls

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