Lost in Noise

The world feels older The young seem bolder When they story gets told they ain't Never snitch on they order Cause them numbers is they quarter When I'm caught I never go to my motherfucking father Looking fucking corner cause ya boy seen ya honour And he looking forward to the time For the slaughter be a hoarder For the time he is bordered Leave him to the fucking porter She a daughter now And she caught with Eric Lauder I Never really fucking bought her Can't catch me dead I won't order God damn he gon ignored her I really guess I'm bored I While my main man a disorder This kind music ain't really my forta Can't bare to rap if I ain't corda  And I know I wrote this for ya Got a part with you on cord I Can't find I way I can afford a Big house in main perotta Kind a weird I got no daughter All I got my scout and rolled up My main thing saying HOLD UP Wait Holdup Now we gonna change the song Round the bend that's fucking wrong But you can't tell that I'm wrong With the limousine and bongs Now we gon switch up the song We gon switch back to before Hit the floor with Christian Dior This on other levels nah