Текст песни LOST IN NY (feat. Jack McGranaghan) - Nine Seven Pta

That's not Nine Seven

Said

Uh, uh
I feel my heart, it barely beating
Few more sips up at this bar like it's the season
Never leaving, never leaving
Never leaving, never leaving, mm mm

Okay
Don't hit my phone, you're at my show now
Brooklyn bound and broken down, tryna get unwound
Fun, you thought that I was yours when you had touched down
Build me up to be a person I ain't wrote down

You miss the days of being heartthrob
Fucking in the hot box
Kiss me through a hard life
Melting in my head but
Nothing in my heart, no
And that's the fun of
All we are, yeah yeah

This city left me in the streets
I've never felt more incomplete
I'll be in New York for the week, yeah heh eh
Don't hit my body that you need
Mm mm mm mm mm

This city left me in the streets
I've never felt more incomplete
I'll be in New York for the week, yeah heh eh
Don't hit my body that you need

I go get lost up in the city when I'm lonely
And I can't settle for no less, I need my trophy
It's been my M.O. since back in '03
Knew this was it since I could have dreams

I want a life without confusion, I want peace in my mind
I want to dedicate myself, but I just don't have the time
And I take things day by day, but think in decades
But it's unpredictable, so I try not to sweat things

Yeah I still have bad days, but now they end in closure
Cuz I don't go to sleep until I know that shit is over
You won't catch me counting sheep, because I got you there beside me
I feel less incomplete and I've been feeling kinda lively

Call it perfect timing
Like end of day unwinding
Time is really mine
I pick my brain up out the fryer
Take my clothes up out the dryer
Make my bed and lay inside it
Phone on silent
Close my eyelids