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.. U
