Mac Miller - Lost Boys lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah If I, if I, dream [Pre-Hook: Trinidad James] (x2) I said if I was a cop, man, I'd probably be a crooked one And when I was a youngin' always did sh** that I shouldn't have done Like running in these streets, running in these freaks Mama always told me I was born to be a G [Hook: Trinidad James] Lost boys out in this lonely world Lost boys out in this lonely world All we know is d** and girls All we know is d** and girls [Verse 1: Trinidad James] This ain't no cowboy sh**, man, this that Alpo sh**, fam An ATL n***a that never fell for sh**, man I always had to grind, story of my life Scrubbing for the shot, I think I lived my life twice It's Casanova smooth, James cla**ic, b**hes with me n***as straight up out the blue flame Hot b**hes, Liu Kang New to the port, n***a, call me butane I'm so damn Hussein n***as get to ask me a muthaf**in' question A muthaf**in' question I went from having nothing to my n***as copping sections To rocking six gold rings Then I had to go cop six more grains sh** done change, man, my momma is my main thing Took reality and put it in a mainframe Put it in the main frame, my momma is my main thing Took reality and put it in a mainframe b**h [Pre-Hook] + [Hook] [Verse 2: Mac Miller] Praise Elijah, welcome your messiah Walk inside a room, the b**hes offer up vagina I'm eating Jambalaya off a thousand dollar China Find a hoe's not a ho and strippers, but they ride the pole Mister Muddy sipper, that mixture is an elixir A list of A-list celebrities sending me naked pictures The higher I get the more money I make I had a threesome with that ho, now she f**ing with Drake Damn, b**hes sniffing xannies, yeah, they taking them bars Lucky she got a father who can pay for her car I'm faded, but don't worry, been this way from the start Just shot a video, k**ed another radio star Don't make the mistake of thinking I wasn't living fast (Sample) That's Little Richard cash It's Baghdad in the booth, yeah, I'm bombing it Rocks, James, and Miller that's the conglomerate [Pre-Hook] + [Hook] [Verse 3: Sir Michael Rocks] I don't slack, I don't simp I don't sleep, I don't slump, I don't lack, I don't loaf, n***a I don't brag, I don't boast I don't pull out the Cris if we ain't popping that toast, n***a She had dreams she was f**ing with a phone boy It cost seven iPhones for the clothes, boy I went from the toy store into Tolstoys b**h it's Banco, dick fat like cankles, huh Running through the check, bro, check 1, check 2, check 3 A n***a wanna check me his a** better check again Hustle, tryna touch a Benz, deuces of the activist, sprite mud wrestling And I'm on the border with the Mexican I'm about to cop the Aston if he let's them in That's my guala, that's my partner, we the best of friends n***a you know the code, you will never get a text again Goofy, face a**, jacuzzi with your main splash Polo motorcycle with the Gucci on the break pads Choppin', p**y, possum better play dead Learn the game from the old heads (back up) [Pre-Hook] + [Hook]