Kevin Vagabond - Lost in the Sauce Lyrics

No, I don't want, just anyone
I'm loving what I see in front of me
Don't give a f*ck, 'bout anyone
I know what you need, baby listen to me speak it

You don't really know who I am, I change shape like a rubber band
And bounce back with the bomaye, you looking at me like you've gone insane
Your eyes dead like you popped a Xan,
My eyes red yeah I'm off the am cuz I'm stressed out
I'm dead, got a lot on my head
I be tryna do this shit with no bloodshed
Look I can smoke a gram of am in 'Dam, it won't free me
Hide my dreads from gang, I wear beanies
Tryna make a bag, it's not easy
Lost in wonderland, that shit cheesy
Yeah it's kinda mad, but it's true
Come and pree the looking glass I'm tryna breakthrough
Stepping on the street, forces on my feet
Pulling up in the middle of the week, call me Kwaku
Yeah you look cute but you've got attitude
And I don't think I can vibe with that
I be speeding through life like a hyper-lapse
And I don't think I got time for that
I don't think we can hide the cracks
But the doors open and mind the gap
A mad relapse, it's mad like
Told myself to only focus getting funds up
But honestly, you got me a special kind of f*cked up

You got me a special kind of f*cked up
You got me a special kind of f*cked up
Bros say that I'm lost in the sauce
Girls say that it's par for the course
I don't know I don't really do this shit

Like I don't wanna share my sins but I'll tell you that I ain't no saint
Not up for debate, couple times in her I brought the rain
But I'm lying if I told you she ain't doing me the same
It's f*cked still, love to complain
I ain't got the energy, running out of double A's
I be taking all the shots like the name Luke Cage
At the end of the day, I'm to blame cus I know it takes
Two to play the game of X and O's
Link up with the fam, I'm with the bros
Through the day, she belling on my phone
I don't wanna chat so Imma ghost
Later on, I roll up to her home
She like "Run back to your other hoes" like
Oh my days, here we f*cking go
She screaming at me, sipping the Patrone like
Damn, I don't wanna spat
Calling me a snake, calling me a rat
We calm down, have a little chat
Couple hours later, I was blowing out her back
It don't make no sense, laying on the bed
Looking at her face with my hands on my head
Like do I want change?
Am I capable of change?
From fighting Romans to back trojans (Uh)
The bloody noses that colour roses (Uh)
It's pain, it's pleasure, it's passion, it's pressure
Man a suffering from the psychosis
From fighting Romans to back trojans (Uh)
The bloody noses that colour roses
It's pain, it's pleasure, it's passion, it's pressure
I still endeavour but I know that I'm lost in the sauce
I'm lost in the, I'm lost in the sauce
Yeah I know that I'm lost in the sauce
Shit, Lost in the
Lost in the, I'm lost in the sauce
Man a been lost in the sauce