lost in london - Adamn Killa

I’m feelin' lost out in London

Feelin' Lost all the sudden

Disappear into nothin'

He’s a leech you can’t trust him

I get the Pack out in Paris

Catch a flight then I just dip

Dirty streets and a broke wrist

So I iced out both wrists

Baby told you I was feelin' lost in London

Told you that he loves you but I know he doesn’t

And I’m dressing like Westwood was my cousin

Please don’t ask me no you cannot touch it

Got no service so baby please stop callin'

Foreign money I can’t fit it in my wallet

Hit the mall then I spend a couple thousand

So many rings that my fingers feelin' crowded

When I’m out on Dover street don’t talk to me

Alexander McQueen so they notice me

Catch me in Tate Modern rollin' up my weed

Copped a 17 and I can’t control this thing

I’m feelin' lost out in London

Feelin' Lost all the sudden

Disappear into nothin'

He’s a leech you can’t trust him

I get the Pack out in Paris

Catch a flight then I just dip

Dirty streets and a broke wrist

So I iced out both wrists

Catch a flight out in London

I been gettin' money I don’t need friends

Yea I just got up in my Benz

I’m in Chicago or in London

It’s Adamn I got big bands

Bitch I ain’t got no fuckin' big plans

Imma be there when the plane lands

You can’t catch this jet when the jet land

I don’t got no jet lag

I just got gold pick up a bag

And foreign shoes

And I got the foreign Christian Lous

If ya hatin' on me pick n' choose

If ya hatin' on me shame on you

I got lots of designer I can pick n' choose

Go inside my closet, it’s a stu'

Out here makin' money so my pockets blue

I am Adamn