] All this time you've been lost All this time you've been lost You're lost again You're lost again You're lost again You're lost again [ verse 2 ] Try
翻訳: キャッチ22. ロスト.
chorus ] All this time you've been lost All this time you've been lost You're lost again You're lost again You're lost again You're lost again [ verse
York City, right, Cam? Ya damn right It's the home of 9/11, the place of the lost towers We still bangin', we never lost power, tell 'em Welcome to
' my spot A million haters want me dead, forced to carry a gat But you's a seven-time felon, what you doin' wit that? It's a Catch-22, either you lose
this girl was so fresh Really wasn't tryna intrude But she looked like the type I was into And I wanted to holla she was with her mama Felt like a catch 22
tucked inside of my coat See me strut through the parking lot, on 22's plus It's a must I make all haters, eat my dust Them jump-out boys, waiting trying to catch
live in got daily death so we're numb to feeling Blood spilling got my whole block concealing If cops come frisking we're felony risking Catch 22
live in got daily death so we're numb to feeling Blood spilling got my whole block concealing If cops come frisking we're felony risking Catch 22 system
come and get you some Cause I don't discriminate so what the fuck you want to do Niggas and bitches are catchin bullets and cops are catchin slugs too
catch a body But it's just the shit you got to do 'Cause if you wasn't watchin', they'd catch your ass too You gotta go all out if you want props Or
take? What would they say to me if only I was listening? Catch my 22, I'd gladly give it to somebody Because I only wanna be with you I lost and used
trust Forever rays of light will energize my Born ability, mind stability, much creativity 39 steps, 22 catch boxed in Tales of the city we get lost
did Just keep the faith, and it's all to the good [Bizzy Bone] Your girl is cheatin on you, you finna go to jail Now you just lost yo' job, yo' house
told you Man, I knew it would be a day, some bitch ass nigga crossed And let whatever fuck him up could come and fuck with the boss What you think savage done lost
LIVE YOUR FILTHY NEED TO FEED THE GREED DONE REARED ITS UGLY HEAD THE PATH YOUVE TAKEN HAS BEEN FORSAKEN-SO DONT YOU DARE TO TREAD [ CHORUS ] LOST ALL
do it all again. We got low, down in Mexico. It seems so far after having been so close. We got low, down in Mexico. We lost everything except the
calling To face our fate at hand The forming of pure evil Created by man Betrayal of the masses Leaves blood upon the bricks Damaged lost and suffering
