Texty:
Lost Point

As you slipped away I couldn't admit that we were through And as you slipped away I found I lost myself in search of you I found I lost myself in search

what I've hungered for on that stage. Those seven words shook the life back in, so let's just run 'til we lose our breath. Point me at lost islands. Point

I get lost in your telephone I get lost in your radio, I do I get lost in the way you call me home Call me home I get lost in your And I know you?re

I believe I am here to stay I believe his son was sent to save The fun zone is here Ride free so Take me one more time Take me one more time Take me

Here in this crowd I'm feeling all alone Turn me around and point me back to home I'm getting lost more every day and I can't tear myself away From the

bunch of fuckin' assholes You know why? You don't have the guts to be what you wanna be You need people like me, you need people like me So you can point

fuckers I will never stop I bust six out the roof of my Bentley Coup Head shots so mother fuckers can't regroup, can't recoup I'll be damned if you get more points

see no ring on your hand I be the first to admit it I?m curious about you, you seem so innocent You wanna get in my world, get lost in it Boy I?m tired

nigga Uhh Point out the bounce Jeah, Young Hov' the King nigga Point out the bounce Point out the bounce Point out the bounce Point out the bounce Point