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from Mastermind

"Paradise Lost" is track #19 on the album Mastermind. It was written by Cossom, Kevin / Roberts, William / Wheeler, Miles / Diehl, Ben / Gaye, Marvin / Nyx, James (jun).
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Magic City
Where the palm trees and the bright lights look so pretty
Don't lose your soul chasing that pot of gold

I'm trying to go where I can't go
Trying to be what I can't be
I wanna teach you what I can't show
We gotta reach what we can't reach
Trying to shine when the sun won't
I gotta grind as I gun tote
She's rolling weed as I'm doing me
I count the cheese, she can count on me
Wonderful times, lay a head for a young nigga
Like the day she told her that I was a drug dealer
That explains how the cars came
And all the big money at the card games
I roll dice with the low-lifes
Timb boots and the coke nice
New Porsche wit' the smoke lights
Young nigga, get your dough right (Get your money right)

Children havin' children, but they don't have a plan
All this drug dealing, it's killing our brother man
The government feed 'em freedom, but they don't understand
But if we don't do it now, we really don't have a chance
My sister, my brother, get your money right
Live for generations, build your mastermind
It's time to make a living, my brother, get your money right

Magic City
Where the palm trees and the bright lights look so pretty
Don't lose your soul, chasing that pot of gold

I wanna go where I can't go
In Dubai smoking dank smoke
No charges for the cellphones
But I charge 'em just to sell for
Peach Ciroc and the L's long
Get to meet Barack rub elbows
We the ones that never got the pale grants
Fuck Full Sale let your mail stack
I just wanna sign another lease
Mentality of young niggas in the streets
But I think it's time they buy they own
And if you got it give your man a loan
And if you bought it we can leave it 'lone
My niggas 'bout it all their teeth are gone
All gold grills, but to each his own
Got in power to put my people on (Get your money right)

Children havin' children, but they don't have a plan
All this drug dealing, it's killing our brother man
The government feed 'em freedom, but they don't understand
But if we don't do it now, we really don't have a chance
My sister, my brother, get your money right
Live for generations, build your mastermind
It's time to make a living, my brother, get your money right

Songwriters
COSSOM, KEVIN / ROBERTS, WILLIAM / WHEELER, MILES / DIEHL, BEN / GAYE, MARVIN / NYX, JAMES (JUN)

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