you betrayed my love When you slept with my best friend You slept with my blood! A LOST CAUSE Of lost hopes and dreams AN EMPTY SHADOW Of what used to be A LOST CAUSE
When I'm all broke down Heading for disaster And I'm spinning round Trying to find a clue And my head is tired Searching for the answer Can't figure out
fucking head just to communicate niggaz As my squad get bigger you know we gonna multiply niggaz Blend up the mixtures and fly niggaz you want to take pictures Kick
at the tip of his sword When the smoke cleared we won let 'em retreat Shoulda' killed 'em cause they knew they had us close to defeat Kicked it off
bad 'Cause you the worst best girlfriend I ever had Harder to kick than cigarettes and green thangs ?? Harder to escape than jail cells and bills You had me lost
u a killa killa Say u bout that skrilla skrilla Watch out wen them bullets spray (braaaaaaaaaaaaaaat) Jus might get fill up fill up Mr. Potatoe Head
soaking in the blood of angels On broken wings, they collapse (will I see the break of day!) Dark clouds exploded and torrents of rain fell All these lost halos wash away Head
tryin to kick it To much to finish, a menace, without enought time My mind only give punchline, you probably thinkin of the wrong kind Cause if it
say whatever they want to us [E] and that we won't retaliate [X] Protect my motherfuckin self, by ANY [both] MEANS, NECESSARY [E] Right? [Chorus 2X: Eminem] Cause
lost my bearings Gather myself while everyone is staring Have been asleep while my patience runs thin Damn, what the fuck did I get myself in And I miss my best friend Cause
remember one year My mom took me school shopping It was me, my brother, my mom, oh, my pop, and my little sister All hopped in the car We headed
getting scandalous I done lost my best friend in Los Angeles My other nigga turned Evangelist But I can't quit cause I'm on some Evander shit Fuck the
rings dont' wanna pick it up But it's my J O B, I gotta kick it up Another damn reporter on the line with a word quiz I gotta show 'cause I'm livin' in
a jury Wanna convict me for kickin black on wax I walk the street with a battle axe [ ROUND 1: Bronx Style Bob ] Life ain't nothin but a piece of existence Cause
of the homer Sides lost lives, politics and drama Sides lost lives, politics and drama Sides lost lives, politics and drama I'm from Vallejo, California The land of the homer Sides lost
gone I turn my head to the east, I don't see nobody by my side I turn my head to the west, still nobody in sight So I turn my head to the north, swallow
after all these years We just now got the feeling that we're meeting for the first time She's in line at the dole with her head held high While I just lost
