That gucci!
I love it…
[Hook: Isaiah Small]
I got lost in the sauce
Tryna find a way out
[Verse 1: Isaiah Small]
Tryna walk the right road
I'm just guided by the light
Yeah, it's healthy for my soul
Yeah, it's healthy for my life
I got hate in my heart
Selfish on my mind
Greed in my touch
I don't know how I survive
Do it for myself
Never give a pity
Only got love for the ones who really with me
Pay attention to the real
That's the only way to live
You ain't gonna grow
If you focus on a minute
You can be strong
I ain't talking ‘bout physique
You can be tough
Even when it's mentally
Guided by the light
See the road ahead of me
‘Till I rest in peace
See the rest of me
[Hook]
Cause I got lost in the sauce
I'm just tryna find a way out
I got lost in the sauce
Tryna find a way out
[Verse 2: School of Thought]
(tryna find my way out now)
(OoOooOo OoOooOo)
Make the room and your hips shake
I rattle like a Mottled Rock
Thunder when them beats drop
Let the lights flicker
Yo I seen you ‘round on the Tinder
Me, I'm just on the brink of the limelight
Just tryna find the spotlight
Instead of soakin' up in the sauce
Then redoxing into rust
Guessing ‘cause the lust
You can trust your better judgement
To hit you back after that one time that I smashed
All of ya dishes and wished you the best
But I am not willing to wither and rust
Redox reactions will turn you to dust
Corrosively spillin' out acid
In habits I picked up from packing up
And moving my habitat west
Maybe the backseatin' drivers will learn how to shift
I manually grippin' and rippin' off gearboxed piers
I'm honestly constantly eatin' my fears
Stuck in my throat only way that I can cope is
Spitting these demons and put into Reason
While we be seasoning swingings and sways
That put us on the top from the rusted down homies
Aye, anybody ever find Kony?
(haha, School of Thought! Neat Messy, Isaiah Small on the track like wüt?!)
[Hook]
Cause I got lost in the sauce
I'm just tryna find a way out
I got lost in the sauce
Tryna find a way out
[Verse 3: Neat Messy]
Scraping off this rust
Stress is why I must
Stay faded till the dusk
I just pray to make the cut
Growing up used to people
Talking down to us
I'm sipping on the liquor
Till my brain gets bigger
And our name is on a sticker
We're booking these shows
While our names get bigger
And they're hopping like Tigger
It's about moving forward
What's holding you back
Is the drive that you lack
So get off your a**
As a matter of fact
It's a matter of fact
Soon you're gonna ask
How the f** did all this time pa**
Moving fast, hoping that it might last
Hit the gra** decomposing like trash
On a path you could see me like that
Gonna keep doing my sh**
f** what these other people tell me
I'm movin away from the place that I know
Won't be long till you see me sailing
Riding these waves
To cause a commotion
And find an escape
Riding that way
A player that plays
Is a player that pays
[Hook]
Cause I got lost in the sauce
I'm just tryna find a way out
I got lost in the sauce
Tryna find a way out