Текст песни Lost in the Noise (feat. Ninetyvibe, Lee Sykes & Euphorik) - Pitchboi

Came with options got a choice
Now I'm rollin' like the Royce
Five'nine"
She a certified dime, yeah
We gettin' lost in the noise
Now we coppin' lots of toys
Poppin' bottles with the boys
She hit a line
Here to have a good time, yeah
We gettin' lost in the noise

New year
But you know it's still the same vision
New whip
Leather seats
Yeah it came with 'em
Lane switchin'
Goin' dumb like my brain missin'
You know the money's what we wanted
But the fame isn't
Listen
I'm trying to get it hope you know that
Always got the passion
And I promise Imma show that
Always speak my mind
Then always ready for the blow-back
Flow is like an antidepressant
So call it Prozac
My shit will leave your head
Spinnin' like a top
Bitch I'm winnin' and you not
So Imma give it what I got
Only difference between us
Is you a gimmick and I'm not
I'm investing in myself
It ain't no limit to the stock
I've been living this
It's a privilege
To witness this excellence
Spittin' real rap
And let the lyrics be the testament
Know you can attest to this
When it comes to rappin'
I'm a specialist
If you don't believe it
You a pessimist (That's right)

Goin' with emotions
Got me sunset sippin'
Trying to hop a couple jets
Yeah that's that sunset vision
Pour the Goose up
She trying to loosen up
Love the amibition
But she bitchin' too much
Trying to switch up the position
But I gotta push through it
'Til my bank account fluent
And adapt to the surroundings
Wave too big to move through it
Pop this bottle move stupid
But the play's too smart
Crushing weight up on my shoulders
But no hate in my heart
So I'm dropping
Back to back to back to back
Then drippin' the fit on black and black
A hint of gold, the cameras catch
Been on the low
Can't manage that no more
A dream come true imagine that
Fillin' the bag
That's rack on rack
Brown on brown or blue on blue
Not biased, I just stack
Vices got a hold of me
There's paper in the passion
Can't accept no help
I've been addicted to the action
Imma earn like fourty Grammy's
Still won't feel the satisfaction
This the healthiest illusion
Keeps me winning 'til I'm passing

Came with options got a choice
(Got a choice)
Now I'm rollin' like the Royce
(Royce)
Five'9nine"
She a certified dime, yeah
We gettin' lost in the noise
Now we coppin' lots of toys
(Toys)
Poppin' bottles with the boys
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
She hit a line
Here to have a good time, yeah
We gettin' lost in the noise

I'm sick of these offbeat rappers
When a vision is all we after
So before I disappear
Imma get mines
So you can call me Casper
In a minute I'll be gone with the wind
Then I'm onto the next chapter
Full speed like a car with a jet blaster
Catch me in the Palms
Gettin' cheques, plastered
Imma need a new bottle
And the next after
Oh my
Guess who's back in it?
Got mad shit
I don't have limits
If I fuck with 'em
Then I rap with 'em
Otherwise
I don't make a track with 'em
I'm done granting favours
So you can shut your loose lips
I was getting bitter
So I picked the scissors up
And cut the nuisance
So don't shoot shots
If the wrist weak
Say you got a deal
But it's not a deal
You submit a track
No turnaround
But it's what we call a three hundred and sixty
In the grand scheme you get no cut
Got my shit together
And it's sewed shut
So by the time that it blows up
It's already stacked
Like a cold cut
Yeah
And when I'm old and grey
Rest assured, the best around
Is bound to be a protégé
Long as he or she can hold a note
And flow the same
I'll throw the towel in
But for now Imma dial in
And go insane
(That's right)

Came with options got a choice
(Got a choice)
Now I'm rollin' like the Royce
(Royce)
Five'nine"
She a certified dime, yeah
We gettin' lost in the noise
Now we coppin' lots of toys
(Toys)
Poppin' bottles with the boys
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
She hit a line
Here to have a good time, yeah
We gettin' lost in the noise