Lost

{Verse 1: Loyle Carner} Check, uh Don't know, you will never by now Get a flow then you better mind out Can't better my sound Been the best in my town with the bars and I'm setting mine down Letting mine out Don't step in my bout If I'm hard watch, let him find out Trust, let him find out Pepper my sound I'll be looking like I let off 5 rounds Coulda bet him 5 pounds and that Doubt the fact I'm down to whack We can do this round the back Allow the chat Happy til the hounds attack I'm bouncing back with the bars til the crowd reacts It's like I'm inside I speak Keep telling me it's pеak Weren't ready for thе P's Ready for the beef Back, and I'm ready for a little bit of each {Chorus: JNR Williams} Oh they lost themselves in lying Oh they lost themselves in lying Oh they lost themselves in lying Oh they lost themselves in lying [Verse 2: Kojey Radical & Loyle Carner] Kojey: Funny how they didn't wanna hear me then But they hear me now, yeah I hear that G Loyle: Funny how back then I wanted to be like you Now the kids wanna be like me K: Wanna think like me, wanna speak like me Sometimes even I wanna be like me Or the me they see on the TV screens On the side of the fence where the grass ain't green L: Yeah, Its funny that they didn't want feedback Now they need that Uh, leave that tell 'em ease back Yeah, I didn't wanna cry no more Cam kicked this and I relapsed K: Hit the weed man for a deep chat Unpack with the 3 5 then I lean back Smile on show but the pride get tucked Yeah, I got brave face didn't wanna need that L: There ain't no time for no messin' I keep the past in the present K: They was tryna make darkness a weapon L: I was tryna make darkness a blessing K: And since the stakes is high L: Uh, I'm just a little man tryna get by K: Big facts no dimming my light on sight These bruddas ain't killing my vibe JNR: (Oh they lost themselves in lying) L: Uh, tell 'em tell 'em K: Pinnochio knows no bounds but he's trying That brudda say he run the jungle but they lying I'm feeling more George Orwell with my defiance J: (Oh they lost themselves in lying) L: Uh Triple six, turn that shit round pigs flying Man down Heart break, mums crying Yeah, the same reason sons dying [Chorus] Oh they lost themselves in lying Oh they lost themselves in lying Oh they lost themselves in lying Oh they lost themselves in lying