Listen to Lost One (feat. Chrisette Michele) by JAY-Z

Lost One (feat. Chrisette Michele)

JAY-Z

Hip-Hop/Rap

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
JAY-Z
JAY-Z
Vocals
Mark Batson
Mark Batson
Keyboards
Dawaun Parker
Dawaun Parker
Keyboards
Chrisette Michele
Chrisette Michele
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Shawn Carter
Shawn Carter
Songwriter
D. Parker
D. Parker
Songwriter
C. Payne
C. Payne
Songwriter
Angus Young
Angus Young
Songwriter
Mark Batson
Mark Batson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dr. Dre
Dr. Dre
Producer
Mark Batson
Mark Batson
Producer
Gimel Keaton
Gimel Keaton
Recording Engineer
sHANE WOODLEY
sHANE WOODLEY
Recording Engineer
Jason Agel
Jason Agel
Assistant Recording Engineer
Robert Reyes
Robert Reyes
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jacob Gabriel
Jacob Gabriel
Assistant Recording Engineer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Mauricio "Veto" Iragorri
Mauricio "Veto" Iragorri
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

I heard motherfuckers sayin' they made Hov Made Hov say, "Okay, so make another Hov" Niggas wasn't playin' they day role So we parted ways like Ben and J-Lo I shoulda been did it but I been in a daze though I put friends over business end of the day though But when friends, business interests as dayglo' Ain't nothin' left to say though I guess we forgot what we came fo' I shoulda stayed in food and beverage Too much flossin', too much Sam Rothstein I ain't a bitch but I gotta divorce them Hov had to get the shallow shit up off him And I ain't even want to be famous Niggas is brainless to unnecessarily go through these changes And I don't even know how it came to this Except that fame is the worst drug known to man It's stronger than, heroin When you could look in the mirror like, "There I am" And still not see what you become I know I'm guilty of it too but not like them You lost one Lose one, let go to get one Let one, lose some to win some Sorry, I'm a champion, sorry, I'm a champion You lost one I don't think it's meant to be, B But she loves her work more than she does me And honestly, at twenty three I would probably love my work more than I did she So we ain't we, it's me and her 'Cause what she prefers over me is work And that's where we differ So I have to give her free time even if it hurts So breathe, mami, it's deserved You've been put on this earth To be all you can be, like the reserves And me? My time in the army, it's served So I have to allow she, her time to serve The time's now for her, in time, she'll mature And maybe we can be we again like we were Finally, my time's too short to share And to ask her now, it ain't fair So yeah, she lost one Lose one, let go to get one Let one, lose some to win some Sorry, I'm a champion, sorry, I'm a champion You lost one My nephew died in the car I bought So I'm under the belief it's partly my fault Close my eyes and squeeze, try to block that thought Place any burden on me but please, not that, Lord But time don't go back, it goes forward Can't run from the pain, go towards it Some things can't be explained, what caused it Such a beautiful soul, so pure shit Gonna see you again, I'm sure of it 'Til that time, little man, I'm nauseous Your girlfriend's pregnant, the Lord's gift Almost lost my faith, that restored it It's like havin' your life restarted Can't wait for your child's life, to be a part of it So now I'm child-like, waitin' for a gift To return when I lost you, I lost it Lose one, let go to get one Let one, lose some to win some Sorry, I'm a champion, Colleek, you're a champion I lost one
Writer(s): Shawn Carter, Mark Batson, Chrisette Payne, Dawaun Parker, Andre Romell Young Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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