Lost Ones lyrics

Baby girl, I can’t imagine what it’s like for you

I got you pregnant now inside there is a life in you

I know you wonderin’ if this gon' make me think 'bout wifing you

Like if you had my first child would I spend my whole life with you

Now I ain't tryna pick a fight with you, I’m tryna talk

Now I ain't tryna spend the night with you

I’m kinda lost see

I’ve been giving it some thought lately and frankly

I’m feelin’ like we ain't ready and it’s hold up now

Let me finish

Think about it baby me and you we still kids ourself

How we gon' raise a kid by ourself?

Handle biz by ourself

A nigga barely over twenty, where the hell we gon' live?

Where am I gon' get that money

I refuse to bring my boy or my girl in this world

When I ain't got shit to give ‘em

And I’m not with them niggas who be knocking girls up and skate out

So girl, you gotta think 'bout how the options weigh out

What's the way out?

And I ain't too proud to tell ya that I cry sometimes

I cry sometimes about it

And girl I know it hurt but if this world was perfect

Then we could make it work but I doubt it

And I ain't too proud to tell ya that I cry sometimes

I cry sometimes about it

And girl I know it hurt but if this world was perfect

Then we could make it work but I doubt it

She said, "Nigga, you got some nerve to come up to me talking about abortion

This my body nigga, so don't think you finna force shit

See I knew that this is how you act, so typical

Said you love me, oh, but now you flipping like reciprocals

It figures though, I shoulda known that you was just another nigga

No different from them other niggas

Who be claiming that they love you just to get up in them drawers

Knowing all the right things to say, I let you hit it raw, mothafucka!

Now I'm pregnant, you don't wanna get involved, mothafucka?

Tryna take away a life, is you God, mothafucka?

I don't think so! This a new life up in my stomach

Regardless if I'm your wife, this new life here I'mma love it

I ain't budging I just do this by my mothafuckin' self

See my mama raised me without no mothafuckin' help from a man

But I still don't understand how you could say that

Did you forget all those conversations that we had way back

'Bout your father? And you told me that you hate that nigga

Talking about he a coward and you so glad that you ain't that nigga

'Cause he left your mama when she had you and he ain't shit

And here you go doing the same shit, you ain't shit nigga"

And I ain't too proud to tell you

That I cry sometimes, I cry sometimes about it

And boy this shit hurts, and ain’t nobody perfect

Still we can make it work but you doubt it

And I ain't too proud to tell you

That I cry sometimes, I cry sometimes about it

And boy this shit hurts, and ain’t nobody perfect

Still we can make it work but you doubt it

They say everything happens for a reason

And people change like the seasons

They grow apart, she wanted him to show his heart and say he loved her

He spoke the magic words and on the same day he fucked her

Now she wide open

She put a ring up on his finger if she could

But he loved her 'cause the pussy good

But she ain't no wife though

Uh oh, she tellin’ him she missed her period like typo’s

He panicking, froze up like a mannequin

A life grows inside her now he asking “is it even mine”

What if this bitch ain't even pregnant dawg

Could she be lying?

She be crying crying 'cause he acting distant

Like ever since I told you this nigga you acting different

And all his niggas saying man these hoes be trapping niggas

Playing with niggas emotions like they some action figures

Swear they get pregnant for collateral

It’s like extortion, man if that bitch really pregnant

Tell her get an abortion

Uh, but what about your seed nigga?

What about your seed nigga?

What about your seed nigga?

What about your seed?

And I ain't too proud to tell ya that I cry sometimes

I cry sometimes about it

And I ain't too proud to tell ya that I cry sometimes

I cry sometimes about it

• Artist:J. Cole