Lost somewhere in paradise
Don't hold me I am scared of heights
Fall below I'm scared of hell
And I don't where to go
Somewhere lost in paradise
And I don't know where/where the sand meets the stars and the sundress
And I don't know where to go
And I don't know where flowers grow
Feel like I'm always here when I'm half gone
Paralyzed by my fear when the cash gone
Bad songs but good nightmares/we act wrong, but is it quite clear?
That when it's all over she ends her night there
Life's tight here it doesn't fight fair/
She drink until she buzzed we had a light year
Too much traffic on the web now our sites clear
Sand in her hands, goals in the wind
One too many drinks souls her in sins
Kinda crazy how it feels like is a weekday, yeah, it feels like is a weak day
Lost somewhere in paradise
Don't hold me I am scared of heights
Fall below I'm scared of hell
And I don't where to go
Somewhere lost in paradise
And I don't know where/where the sand meets the stars and the sundress
And I don't know where to go
And I don't know where flowers grow
Ever since an adolescent I been living a facade
To close to the Sands, I been living a mirage
Nothing makes a man feel better than a woman but I ain't going over seas to study abroad
Cause overseas, man there's blood in the sand
Even hov said that the beach is better
I'm tryna avoid bloodshed on foreign lands
And stay away from ISIS and Taliban
Take a flight to the motherland
Making my way through the Sands of Egypt
But should you ever need a hand...lead the way
Lead the way...
Lost somewhere in paradise
Don't hold me I am scared of heights
Fall below I'm scared of hell
And I don't where to go
Somewhere lost in paradise
And I don't know where/where the sand meets the stars and the sundress
And I don't know where to go
And I don't know where flowers grow
And I don't know where to go
Bridge :
I say we bop until we move then we tribal dance
I say we bop until we move then we tribal dance in the sands
I say we bop until we move then we tribal dance
I say we bop until we move then we tribal dance in the sands
She got her hands in the pants and her goals in the wind
Had one too many drinks now her souls in her sins...we say...what we say
You ask for piece of mind/ Respond with a piece of mine
Reality's intertwined with patience just give it time
Begin at the finish-line line, this life is a perfect lie
We end when its dinner time, replenish then visualize