Title: Lost Good Things

Artist: Ghost Style

Album: Initial D soundtrack

Edit by: *sk*

Pull off my blindfold

And you just 2 cold

Sold me truth

And baby I was?

So sold

You might as well cut me up

Phy-sic-cal-ly

U know

U got me on the edge of extremes

And I can't believe it

And don't know what 2 think

Summertime, my rhymes around

Were so lovesick

Now they so sick, cause they ain't about love

Here's a pop lick-between us wasn't enough?

And I know?

I felt good times come

I thought they'd stay

Things undone

They become what may

Angels came

But they left today

And I let you slip away

Listen now

Burning empty

Still this can't be

Believe it or not-not

That happy

Hotel, motel it's hot in hell

Free from my cell

But, now left with no home

Uh.. Uh... Uh.. Uh.. Uh.. Uh.. Uh.. Uh..

I Want u 2 know

I never would have oh

Figured out

That

Way you play me now

It could have been forever

Now it's bringing me down

The high and the low

Up and down we go

Put myself 2 close

Got burnt like toast

Feels like I'm sinking

In the Dead Sea

Don't really care

The space inside

Is so empty

It's like it's over

Before we gone

This song is over

Now so it's i want

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