[Verse 1]
I know you think the world is just as bad as you see it on your graphs
I know I think the world is just as good as you paying for my tab
I like showing out to a party just to talk about myself
Then I wonder why I wake up with a bad taste in my mouth

[Chorus]
I think I'm lost and I don't wanna be found
I think I'm lost and I don't wanna be found

[Verse 2]
I don't quite believe I'm a victim to my own DNA
If I'm being honest, I'm just following my environment
My friends all think the last album that I dropped was a cry for help
I tell them, "Go to Hell!" Then I laugh it off and then I cry for help

[Pre-Chorus]
In the privacy of my own room
My grandfather was known to be a champagne golfer
In the privacy of my own room
My loved ones think that I am quite the champagne golfer

[Chorus]
I think I'm lost and I don't wanna be found
I think I'm lost and I don't wanna be found
[Verse 3]
You said that I can't change the past
I said, "Of course I can"
(I've been reaching for your green light, baby)
You said that I can't change the past
I said, "Of course I can"
(Why do you think I'm throwing all these parties?)
I ain't nothing but a "Jazz Hound," baby
I've been in the mood for stumbling around your house lately
I'm about to pull up to your Christmas party faded
Make your mom and daddy question why you even wanna date me

[Chorus]
I think I'm lost and I don't wanna be found
I think I'm lost and I don't wanna be found
I think I'm lost and I don't wanna be found
I think I'm lost and I don't wanna be found
I think I'm lost and I don't wanna be found
(Another day, another bottle)
(But shit don't change, I still don't call you)
I think I'm lost and I don't wanna be found
(Another day, another bottle)
(But shit don't change, I still don't call you)
I think I'm lost and I don't wanna be found
(Another day, another bottle)
(But shit don't change, I still don't call you)
(It's hard to count on a champagne golfer)
I think I'm lost and I don't wanna be found
(Another day, another bottle)
(But shit don't change, I still don't call you)
(Don't count on a champagne golfer)