Karaoké Lost Cause Jelly Roll & HighRolla

Lost cause

I just feel like I got a vent

What better song to come and tell my story on

Lost cause

Some of y'all think I lost it

You want to know the truth

Over in the morning gotta play for my Oz

Mama worried said that she ain't getting no sleep

I say don't worry keep the pistol on me

Only thing I'm scared of is Jesus and the police

Lord, please, man is hard on me

I can't afford to get caught with this glock on me

But it might cost life and I ain't got it so I wake up and cock it and put it in my pocket

Accept my losses, it's just something to pray about 'cos where I'm from, a lot of people don't make it out

Willing to rap for it willing to die for it

But I don't want to hear my cries, Lord

I'm a lost cause

You don't be where I be

So you can see

I'm a lost cause

You don't go where I go so you don't know

I'm a lost cause

You don't be

Man, I can only tell the truth

I just need to get where I be

So you can see

I'm a lost cause this verse off my chest

I'm a lost cause

Y'all feel me if your are from where I'm from

I told Murphy I don't want to sell pegs bro

I'm all alone in my room but I'm strapped up

And it seems that it's tearing me to pieces 'cos deep inside my mind

I know I believe in Jesus

But then I think about my homie Big Dave

King B., Biggie and Big Dre.

Boochie and Mad Little Hunt and Blake Round Right. G Stevie and the Homie T. Late

Chad Mitchie and Go through

The Homie Mac Moons

Killer cream

I get your name tattoo

Lord, I don't want to fall

I go so hard think about my homie Paul

We came so far

Think about my homies' struggle my brother B-Real

The last three years we done back through hell

Little bride still love you

Talia, I'm with you

Smitten boy

What's poppin, dog

I miss you

I'm a lost cause

You don't be where I be

So you can see

I'm a lost cause

You don't go where I go so you don't know

I'm a lost cause

You don't be where I be

So you can see

I'm a lost cause

I'm a lost cause

Yeah, here it is

See if I die

I know that my click rides

Right now the streets are hotter than a fish fry

Ask bra-bo

I'm really from the streets

Some nights I lay all alone and cry myself to sleep

Think about Sleepy G

I ain't wrote him in a couple

I reminisce to all the nights that we used to hustle

Back when Dodd first taught me to rock the powder and me and Sleepy accidentally cooked with carpet powder

Me and Screech on a mission

I'm in the kitchen

Fat boy got the pistol

Gangster to the gristle

Me and Ice Mike groovy ridin' all alone

Me small fry henny yak zone

I'm a lost cause

You don't be where I be

So you can see

I'm a lost cause

You don't go where I go so you don't know

I'm a lost cause

You don't be where I be

So you can see

I'm a lost cause

I'm a lost cause

You don't know

You don't know

You don't know

You don't know, ooh