LOST BOYS (feat. Carlito$ & KNOWABOUTME)

Yo (Yeah)
Yo
Ba-da, ah

Look at me, spit it cleaner than a Sade song
Yeah I know my heart's in it, but the timing's wrong
Took a minute to relax, if you find me gone, ah
I ain't had an off day in so long

You know the deal
In other words, you know the transaction
Sliding on the track but I'm just tryna gain traction
Fucking up my vocals, tryna be more than local
These locos ain't flyer than me, I'm in the ozone
So if we fall, we ricochet just like our second single (Bounce Back)
If you don't get it, get up and observe another angle (That's facts)
Too many times we've been understated, overlooked
Throughout the Ages, we'll be making history, and sign the book (Aye)
Spit fire on wax till the disc melt
I dispel, that bullshit you bring?
That don't mix well
Talk is cheap and time is money, just know that I need the bank
I care about my Swiss, so know it's better if I keep it Franc
If you don't get it, then go brush up on your currency
I'll make til nobody in the world has never heard of me
Music is my heart and soul, as much as others need to breathe
I said it once before it's NC CARVER to infinity

Tryna make a new sound
Write it down, lose count
Check it off, new round
808s, new bounce
Tryna break new ground
Give and take, move 'round
Lost boys, two found
What the fuck we do now?
And we won't be denied
Had to fall so we'd fly
Like falsettos, so high
Newer levels, new skies
If we took no chance
Then we'd never know why
Or what we had to do
When the planets aligned

I don't know if you remember before
The first stream, couple weeks and it opened up doors
A metaphor for the seeds that would grow to contort
Into a tree never seen on the scene, from the sea to the shore
I'm running out of time, so the bars I gotta shorten
But the waves don't die, according to my recording
Past tenses are hoarding the new plans that I'm forming
I gotta try til I can't, my Last Dance, like I'm Jordan
I'm sorted, no Gryffindor-ing
Important but kinda boring
Been feeling like California
No raining but damn it's pouring
It's Five O'Clock in the morning
T-Pain-ing all of my stories
I'm open to being formal
I'll be with you in a moment
I'm formerly self-employed and now music is taking over, just know
I've been a Carver like I'm Washington-George
I take a step back and hold it
I know they'll try to decode it
I make 'em wonder who wrote it
But about me, they'll never know it, never know

Tryna make a new sound
Write it down, lose count
Check it off, new round
808s, new bounce
Tryna break new ground
Give and take, move 'round
Lost boys, two found
What the fuck we do now?
And we won't be denied
Had to fall so we'd fly
Like falsettos, so high
Newer levels, new skies
If we took no chance
Then we'd never know why
Or what we had to do
When the planets aligned