Noah Pinango, Samuel Mokos and Simón Medina-Piñango - Lost My Pocket

FUCK IT

OUTTA POCKET, BRO, YOUR CHANGE IS OUTTA POCKET
OUTTA POCKET, BRO, YOUR CHANGE IS OUTTA POCKET
YOU THINK YOU GOT IT, BUT YOUR CHANGE IS OUTTA POCKET
OUTTA PICKET BRO YOUR….

(THATS A NEW ENVIRONMENT)

WAIT

TOO MANY TRACKS TO BE SAD LIKE THIS
RUNNING ROUND TOWN LIKE WHO THIS BITCH
THEY AIN’T NEVER FUCKING SOUND LIKE THIS
NSNE, THEY GOT NEW TRICKS
YERBA DONE GOT THEM WIRED
NOW THEY BE YELLING FOR KICKS
STUPID ASS HINGE PROFILE
BUT THEY STILL CUTE AS SHIT
RIDIN YOUR BITCH LIKE THIS

DRIVE INSANE, YEAH I FUCKING DRIVE INSANE BITCH

MUMBLE HALF MY VERSE, CUZ I DON’T EVEN KNOW THIS SHIT
BLAST THIS TRACK IN MY DORM, YEAH I LOVE MY NOISE COMPLAINTS
GOT LIKE 30 STREAMS, NOW ITS TIME TO INNOVATE
BUT I STILL LOVE MY IMAGE
“LATINE SLUT WITH A VISION”
DON’T FLIRT WITH YOUR GIRL, WE JUST TWINNIN’
MATINEE, LUNCH, IM SLIPPING
HE TALKED TO ME FIRST LIKE WHAT?
WHO ARE YOU I DON’T GIVE A FUCK
YOU CHANGED YOUR NAME BRO TO WHAT?
AMIGO JUST PAY ME UPFRONT

AY
I DON’T KNOW YOU THO
SHE AIN’T INTRODUCED YOU TO ME CUZ IM WAY TOO CLEVER
GOT A PHONE CALL READY
THEY WITH ME ON NEW ENDEAVORS
WHO THAT IS, WHO THAT IS (WHO THAT IS, WHO THAT)

UH

SHIT, PICK UP THE PHONE
GOT A LOT OF ATTITUDE AND LOST WITH NOWHERE TO GO
THOUGHT YOU BOUGHT COUPLE GEMS
BUT ENDED UP WITH FAKE GOLD
SENT A TEXT THAT SAID
(I’M FEELING ROMANTICAL)

I COULDN’T CARE LESS, THOUGH
CRITICIZING BARS LIKE YOU THINK YOU GOT THE BEST FLOW
LET GO YOUR EGO, CAUSE I SURE AIN’T THE BEST, BRO
AT LEAST MY WRITING’S GOT SOME TIMING
YOU’RE JUST TALKING BOUT GIRLS, WOAH
THIS COMPETITION’S INCOMPETENT
IM WINNING, YOU SINNING
SEVEN TIMES YOU CROSS THE LINE
IMPRESSIVE CRIMES COMMITTED
FILL MY PRIDE THROUGH CUFFING BITCHES
KILL THIS TRACK, ITS ON A HIT-LIST
ALL THATS LEFT, CALL ME “THE FITTEST”
SURVIVAL TACTICS, YOU GET IT?

IM SHY AND IM TIMID, BUT ILL STILL EAT YOUR ASS FOR DINNER

THIS IS THE START OF THE STORY
ANOTHER STARSTRUCK POET
COMPELLED THROUGH FAME AND THROUGH GLORY
YET WONT SAY ITS IMPORTANT
BUILD UP THEIR EGO
AND PROTECT IT LIKE A FUCKING FORTRESS

YEAH I TRY TOO HARD TO FUCK AROUND WITH LOSERS LIKE YOU

LIKE A DEER CAUGHT IN HEADLIGHTS, BITCH YOU JUST LOOK CONFUSED

DON’T SAY YOU GET IT JUST TO LOOK A BIT INTELLIGENT

IM WEIRD AND HYPER, OUT OF POCKET WITH A NEW-FOUND RELEVANCE

DAMN BITCH
YEAH

Written by:
Samuel Mokos, Simón Medina-Piñango

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