Lost Boys Songtext

von Death Grips

(lost boys)
Other side of da tracks
Scuzz outsiders 
Nothin ta loose
Strike of midnighters
Lost boys
True black and blues
No shoes, flat tires
Broke out da pen
Blood on barbed wire
Safe in your home
Gated zone terrorizers
Nowhere ta go
Far as i can get hitchhikers
(lost boys)

Fuck a job might have ta rob
A dont know just ta get by word
On the road for lifers
Bullets in the fire
Check the chain link 
Swayze im slummin
Let em know who da fuck we are
Low and dirty lost boys
Comin out the cuts 
Like your favorite scar

Crawlin on tile, cant stand up
Been a while, kommodo gut
How ta take it
How ta give a fuck
How ta live wit pain
How ta get yo cut
How longs this been goin on
Man shit no way ta tell too far gone go get those flames from hell bring em here
Dont trip no

Ill handle this
On some scandalous 
Inland empire los angeles
Anti ego propaganda shit
Yeah, yeah, yeah...

Whos comin up
Whos loosin ground
2012 im shady now, running game on every thang in town
Its such a long way down

Brown paper baggin asphalt scrapin all talk no action, what im waitin
Weak tongue waggin
Stray dog beggin
Like dont hurt me
Yeah right, im sayin

Beware you have been warned, the barrels still warm, ease up off that lip or step
How quick a bitch fit ta get checked mate
One false move'll get ya 
Set straight
Yeah, yeah, yeah...

Its such a long way down