Paroles de Lost

Sip on my coffee as I write another hit At times I get cocky so I keep a joint lit, that rhymes T-shirt, same color as my skin, that's white Last name, Tincup, they say it fits so they right Right now everything's perfect Not feeling like myself but it's all feeling worth it Yeah, I'm feeling cursed, but I swear I've felt worse Lost [?] Tincup Sip on my coffee as I write another hit At times I get cocky so I keep a joint lit, that rhymes T-shirt, same color as my skin, that's white Last name, Tincup, they say it fits so they right Right now everything's perfect Not feeling like myself but it's all feeling worth it Yeah, I'm feeling cursed, but I swear I've felt worse