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