Lost

Sip on my coffee as I write another hit At times I get cocky so I keep the joint lit That rhymes, T-shirts same color as my skin That's white, last name Tincup They say it fits so they right Right now, everythings perfect, not feeling like myself But it's all feeling worth it Yeah I'm feeling cursed, but I swear I've felt worse (I swear I've felt worse) Sip on my coffee as I write another hit At times I get cocky so I keep the joint lit That rhymes, T-shirts same color as my skin Thats white, last name Tincup They say it fits so they right Right now, everythings perfect, not feeling like myself But it's all feeling worth it Yeah I'm feeling cursed, but I swear I've felt worse (I swear I've felt worse) Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah