Lost / Found
Follow me now as I'm diving in the biggest apple
Landed JFK A-ok part from TSA hassle
Hit up Jamaica Queens Air train as we start to travel into the municipality in which this joint dabbles
Lurking in the subway car, bags on back and underarm
The carriage creaky and squeaky which raises my alarm
Old graffiti make some folk uneasy
Looking at tags thinking man
That just be needy
Yet here I am in my best kicks like its picture day
Picture this
Day two in central park rapping silly shit with my girl like
I'm in the suburbs of little Italy singing ditties and eating Mcvities whilst dreaming of titties on dummy thicc fitties Oh what a pity
You think that's bars
It's no packing the mac in the back of the ac
Oh what a quack
Takin it back
Flipping the track
Riding then dipping and grabbing the stack
Attacking the hack with a smack like Shaq
Dressed in all black
You see what you lack
To continue is whack
Boys and girls at the fucking bodega
Thinking and acting like they alpha and omega
Lets make it claro
Act Dominicano no Mero
Make a light skin no fuego
Mans no fucking baby
Glance wont be no maybe
Awaken rudely by the to and fro
Smells of tobacco
Train speakers saying fuck off on the audio daydreamed through the tunnels now its time to go
Boring out from the old subway
We stroll through air with a taste and a haze so grey
Viewed as marks staring at me like I just got played
That light might shine bright but its facing the stage
Just another pair of eyes who are willing to pay
Another outsider that came for the day
Nah Bao chop it man
Switch it or something
Niggas are out here looking for co-signs
I'm searching for a route back to the old times
Oh New York oh New York you do shine the brightest
Bars so hard your riddims do be the tightest
Speak a thousand languages but not seen as a foreigner
Boom box tunes invading every corner
Standing on the avenue where Malcolm did
Steam filled streets boxed inside a grid
Summer showers hitting endless towers
8 million stories encased by glass housing diasporic black power
This is where this Nusu nigga can thrive not just live
I'm sorry Paris but this cities vibe shall outlive
Marcher a Montmartre Dan's l'apres midi, bientot
Au revoir
NYC has to be just for me from the way that I see it
As Travis would say this shit is lit
I lost myself
Then found myself
Walked down to commodore Barry then found myself
I lost myself
Then found myself
Walked down to commodore Barry then found myself
Found solidarity and shit
Landed JFK A-ok part from TSA hassle
Hit up Jamaica Queens Air train as we start to travel into the municipality in which this joint dabbles
Lurking in the subway car, bags on back and underarm
The carriage creaky and squeaky which raises my alarm
Old graffiti make some folk uneasy
Looking at tags thinking man
That just be needy
Yet here I am in my best kicks like its picture day
Picture this
Day two in central park rapping silly shit with my girl like
I'm in the suburbs of little Italy singing ditties and eating Mcvities whilst dreaming of titties on dummy thicc fitties Oh what a pity
You think that's bars
It's no packing the mac in the back of the ac
Oh what a quack
Takin it back
Flipping the track
Riding then dipping and grabbing the stack
Attacking the hack with a smack like Shaq
Dressed in all black
You see what you lack
To continue is whack
Boys and girls at the fucking bodega
Thinking and acting like they alpha and omega
Lets make it claro
Act Dominicano no Mero
Make a light skin no fuego
Mans no fucking baby
Glance wont be no maybe
Awaken rudely by the to and fro
Smells of tobacco
Train speakers saying fuck off on the audio daydreamed through the tunnels now its time to go
Boring out from the old subway
We stroll through air with a taste and a haze so grey
Viewed as marks staring at me like I just got played
That light might shine bright but its facing the stage
Just another pair of eyes who are willing to pay
Another outsider that came for the day
Nah Bao chop it man
Switch it or something
Niggas are out here looking for co-signs
I'm searching for a route back to the old times
Oh New York oh New York you do shine the brightest
Bars so hard your riddims do be the tightest
Speak a thousand languages but not seen as a foreigner
Boom box tunes invading every corner
Standing on the avenue where Malcolm did
Steam filled streets boxed inside a grid
Summer showers hitting endless towers
8 million stories encased by glass housing diasporic black power
This is where this Nusu nigga can thrive not just live
I'm sorry Paris but this cities vibe shall outlive
Marcher a Montmartre Dan's l'apres midi, bientot
Au revoir
NYC has to be just for me from the way that I see it
As Travis would say this shit is lit
I lost myself
Then found myself
Walked down to commodore Barry then found myself
I lost myself
Then found myself
Walked down to commodore Barry then found myself
Found solidarity and shit
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Writer(s): Zak Davies-khan
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