The Noise Unheard - Paris lyrics
[The Noise Unheard - Paris lyrics]
Yeah i'm sorry my vices got grips on
Me like when I'm gripping mics
All I need is one song to make it
Catch me in the lights
I've been getting tipsy often
It's okay I'm feeling me
Confused and lost, unconfident, but
Shit man, what was me
I been walking lines of greatness
Hopefully I tip soon
If I catch her playing like I
Am then that bitch through
Control, I need that options, I need that
Hardest worker in the game, yes, I be that
I'll play shows for no one, still I play
Ghost, I'm going MIA
If she catching feelings I ain't feeling
Then we need a break
These girls be nineteen, acting fourteen
Looking thirty
In a world that likes to flex fake followers
Why worry?
Your clout gets taken to the grave
Sike bitch no one writing like this
First song I wrote when high
I ain't famous but I kinda am
Douchebag but I'm innocent
You drop singles no one play
Homie you ain't relevant
If I'm going out, I'm going out like "F it
Here we go" balcony, I'm blowing smoke
Two-three, got that dirty flow
Worked until it happened, that's a flex
Work best when I'm supposed to lose so
I guess that's why we next
She got a boyfriend, plead the Fifth
Will I do it? Probably so
It's not my problem
Once I hit the state line gotta go
I make more than yo parents
Give a damn about her parents
Talking shit, doesn't scare us
Well ask Paris
I just hit four in a night, still depressed
I guess I want connection more
Than I want sex
But I'm stressed so I smash on the road
It's all facts, everything is like a movie
Modern rockstar living fast
Me like when I'm gripping mics
All I need is one song to make it
Catch me in the lights
I've been getting tipsy often
It's okay I'm feeling me
Confused and lost, unconfident, but
Shit man, what was me
I been walking lines of greatness
Hopefully I tip soon
If I catch her playing like I
Am then that bitch through
Control, I need that options, I need that
Hardest worker in the game, yes, I be that
I'll play shows for no one, still I play
Ghost, I'm going MIA
If she catching feelings I ain't feeling
Then we need a break
These girls be nineteen, acting fourteen
Looking thirty
In a world that likes to flex fake followers
Why worry?
Your clout gets taken to the grave
Sike bitch no one writing like this
First song I wrote when high
I ain't famous but I kinda am
Douchebag but I'm innocent
You drop singles no one play
Homie you ain't relevant
If I'm going out, I'm going out like "F it
Here we go" balcony, I'm blowing smoke
Two-three, got that dirty flow
Worked until it happened, that's a flex
Work best when I'm supposed to lose so
I guess that's why we next
She got a boyfriend, plead the Fifth
Will I do it? Probably so
It's not my problem
Once I hit the state line gotta go
I make more than yo parents
Give a damn about her parents
Talking shit, doesn't scare us
Well ask Paris
I just hit four in a night, still depressed
I guess I want connection more
Than I want sex
But I'm stressed so I smash on the road
It's all facts, everything is like a movie
Modern rockstar living fast