Lost Lyrics - Singles - Cool Calm Pete

Lost Cool Calm Pete 

Yo party people in the place to be 

yo this is cool calm pete 

Ima do this in G minor 

It goes lost in season 

Running out of choices 

Hard to cope with these lingering voices 

Its hopeless Ive got problems with authority 

Its like the moral of the story is calling me 

With silly pranks like you aint gonna win kid 

This game is bugged these kids done jinxed it 

Fix these plans I got hopes and dreams son 

Rolling down hill and the year has just begun 

I see America lonely with its dick hard (Hello) 

Wrote this on the back of a greeting card 

From this bleeding heart rolling down a bitter start 

Its these lessons you learn from that time apart 

Pull my guns out shooting at the TV. 

So medicated that I damn missed the TV 

But news is syndicated go catch the repeats 

No place to hide run amuck in the streets 

It goes lost in the city 

Running out of choices 

Going nowhere fast 

Still hearing voices 

Come on legs come on feet 

Im just tryin make a little bit of history 

Its like you write with a sharpie 

And you make a fine point 

Not all city you hitting up the five points 

Jonsin for another attack next wave 

You fake stunts thats strictly for super Dave 

Sun dont shine now kiss the ass cheeks 

These cats there testing lost there cheat sheets 

If youve got questions then you must ask pete 

The antidote over these working class beats 

Woke up in the pm the face is all crusty 

My feet cold even the kicks are dusty 

Im snowed in I plowed through these negatives 

Its such a pain when the Bullshits repetitive 

So why bother even takin these next steps 

Even yesterday is harder to recollect 

Muster it up and step out of the house 

Take a little trip and start tearing it out 

lost in the city 

Running out of choices 

Going nowhere fast 

Still hearing voices 

Come on legs come on feet 

Im just tryin make a little bit of history 

Im home sick rocking the New York logo 

Its only been a week and you aint made no doe ohh 

Well that blows and these are the breaks 

A tall order of beef is high stakes 

This is dedicated to the ones who think they getting old 

Since childhood theyve been callin you an old soul 

Now bop that head its hip hop irony 

For twenty sum odd years probably 

Actin the same way aint nothing really change 

Mabey that internet and new heads to blame 

Glimps of the future makin these toes curl 

And mabey then ill stop spyin on my ex girl 

In this world famous to nameless 

None of it is easy and none of it is painless 

Weighless on the moon watchin the earth turn 

Time on ya side and got money to burn 

Got a new watch I got heat in the house 

Got rhymes got beats no kid no spouse 

And ima turn it out 

Yo its my turn baby ima turn it out 

Yo its my turn baby ima turn it out 

Yo its my turn baby ima turn it out 

Yo its my turn baby ima turn it out 

Yo its my turn baby ima turn it out