Karaoke Noid von Tyler, the Creator — mit Songtext mitsingen auf Singa

Noid Karaoke

Tyler, the Creator

SongtexteNoid

Things feel out of order

Look and look around

I'm not sure of

Pair of paranoia

No

Such a-

I can feel it in my aura

Livin' between cameras and

recorders

I - I want peace

But can't afford ya

No

Such a-

Pobwela panyumba panga

Uyenela ku nkala ndi ulemu

Chifukwa ine sinifuna

vokamba kamba

Vokamba kamba vileta

Pa mulomo

Wotangozi

Wotangozi

'Round 'round

Huh

Yeah

'Round 'round

Someone's keeping watch

I feel them on my shoulder

Runnin' runnin'

Runnin' runnin'

'Round

Such a-

I can't even buy a

home in private

Home invasions got my

brothers dyin'

Notice every car that's

drivin' by

I think my neighbors

want me dead

I got a cannon

underneath the bed

Triple checkin' if

I locked the door

I know every creak that's

in the floor

Muthaf**ka

I am paranoid

I loop around the block

Eyes glued to the rear view

Rather double back than

regret hearin' pew pew

Never trust a b**ch

If you good

They could trap you

So just strap it up

Before they f**k around and

strap you

Pobwela panyumba panga

Uyenela ku nkala ndi ulemu

Chifukwa ine sinifuna

vokamba kamba

Vokamba kamba vileta

Pa mulomo

Wotangozi

Wotangozi

Someone's keeping watch

I feel them in my shadow

Someone's keeping watch

Such a-

Someone's keeping watch

I can feel it

I can feel it

I can feel it

I can feel it

Don't trust these

people out here

Please whatever you do

Keep to yourself

Keep your business

to yourself

Don't even trust these

motherf**kin' accountants

'Cause they will try to

get over on you okay

Please because I don't wanna

have to f**k nobody up

I promise to God

Don't it seem so good

Ha ha

Don't it feel so good

Ha ha

Don't it feel so good

Watch your surroundings

Okay

Okay

Okay

Yeah

No cameras out please

I wanna eat in peace

I don't wanna take pictures

with you n**gas or b**ches

Nervous system is shook

Way before nineteen

L.A. will do that to you

Where you from n**ga who you

Satellites

Screenshots

Paparazzi

NDAs

Privacy

Yeah right

I got a better shot in the NBA

Ain't no respect for nothin'

Voice recording

our discussions

Her him

They them or anybody

I don't trust 'em at-

at all

Some pray for my fall

Hearin' clicks on the calls

N**gas hackin' for some

rough drafts

B**ches lookin' for a

buff bag

You sing along

But you don't know me n**ga

Naw never ever

Not at all

Ya'll n**gas

crossed the line

Like f**k the stop sign

They wanna know where I

close my eyes at

I keep my eyes wide

On god this sh*t cooked brodie

Look brodie

Hand shakes got me

shooked brodie

N**gas want info 'bout me

Leave me alone

Leave me alone

Left shoulder right shoulder

Left shoulder look

Left shoulder right shoulder

Left shoulder look

Left shoulder right shoulder

Left shoulder look

Who's at my window

Who's at my window

My window

Who's at my window

Who's at my window

Komponist:in
Tyler Gregory Okonma, Paul Nyirongo
Songtexte
Tyler Gregory Okonma, Paul Nyirongo
Herausgeber:in
Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd