| Yeah, oh I’m a lost cause |
| Yeah, yeah, oh I’m lost cause |
| Yeah, oh I’m a lost cause |
| Yeah, oh I’m a lost cause |
| So cold at heart, so filled with drugs and scars |
| Trees heal the soul, make the mind grow past stars |
| So cold at heart, so filled with drugs and scars |
| Trees heal the soul, make the mind grow past stars |
| Yeah, oh, I’m a lost cause |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Oh, I’m a lost cause |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Oh, I’m a lost cause |
| Lost cause, lost cause |
| Yeah, lost cause tryin' find what I need |
| Sour D help me reach my Chi |
| I’m smoking frequently |
| Such a master P, high to the MP |
| Lotta people filled jealousy plus the Hennessy |
| Remedy ain’t no muthafuckin' end of me |
| Fuck my muthafuckin' enemy |
| Puffin' the grass on the hill |
| I feel like Beverley |
| Vibin' to the melody |
| Soul food the recipe |
| Shout outs to memories |
| (Perfect) |
| So cold at heart, so filled with drugs |
| And scars |
| Trees heal the soul, make the mind grow |
| Past stars |
| So cold at heart, so filled with drugs |
| And scars |
| Trees heal the soul, make the mind grow |
| Past stars |
| Hey there Delilah |
| What’s it like in New York City? |
| I’m a thousand miles away |
| But girl, tonight you look so pretty |
| Yes, you do |
| Shoryuken |