Teksty:
Hungry Lost Boys

to see The best parts of you are now a part of me Ah Mama And when it was cold outside you kept us warm and held us down... [Mom]Hi boys, who wants

like a ghost town Would hype some trash The BGs got the hood hot With whites and rats The old folks is mad at us cuz they kids is lost How you expect

I believe in this feeling Turn it up, turn it so loud It don't ever stop No no no no Turn it up, makes me so proud I believe in this feeling Well you've lost

fuck up 'fore I blast and Banned From TV your ass With no mask, look at the camera like what? Yeah I did it like them sick white boys the court committed

caught up with them pills Already on the test, they tryna give him 12 years You don't wanna talk that murda game We got blood on our hands, block boys I done lost

ain't about rap We bring the noise, lost boys with no cause Slangin' toys, for the fact, we jack and kidnap, we wanted by the big boys Man I was born

city, going nowhere fast You're on your own at last Hey it's getting late, where will you sleep Gettin' kind-a hungry, you forgot to bring something to eat Oh, lost

re probably really hungry. Think about what I'm saying] F.A.T That is me But I didn't used to be I was hot. I was hungry I was loose. I was free Then

by the passive observers. * They spend days before the T.V. set so burned out, Is it any wonder they've lost all sense of vision and possibility? What