Lost Boys (Explicit)

Death Grips - Lost Boys

Other side of da tracks

Scuzz outsiders

Nothin' to lose

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...)

F*ck a job might have ta rob

I don't know just ta get by, word

On the road for lifers

Bullets in the fire

Check the chain link

Swayze I'm slummin'

Let em know who da f*ck we are

Low and dirty lost boys

Comin' out the cuts

Like your favorite scar

Crawlin' on tile, can't stand up

Been a while, kommodo gut

How ta take it

How ta give a f*ck

How ta live wit pain

How ta get yo cut

How long's this been goin' on

Man sh*t no way ta tell too far gone

Go get those flames from hell bring em here

Don't trip no

I'll handle this

On some scandalous

Inland empire Los Angeles

Anti ego propaganda sh*t

Yeah, yeah, yeah...

Who's comin' up

Who's losin' ground

2012 I'm shady now,

Running game on every thang in town

It's such a long way down

It's such a long way down

Brown paper baggin' asphalt scrapin'

All talk no action, what I'm waitin'

Weak tongue waggin'

Stray dog beggin'

Like don't hurt me

Yeah right, I'm sayin'

Beware you have been warned,

The barrel's still warm,

Ease up off that lip or step

How quick a b*tch fit ta get checked mate

One false move'll get ya

Set straight

Yeah, yeah, yeah...

It's such a long way down x4