Tyler, the Creator, has recently released a new song titled “NOID. ” The song is part of his upcoming album CHROMAKOPIA, which will drop on October 28, 2024. The song features themes of confusion and paranoia, with lyrics that reflect a sense of disorder and uncertainty.
Notably, the opening lines include phrases like “Things feel out of order” and “Para-paranoia,” suggesting a deep introspection into mental states. Tyler also shared a video for “NOID” on social media, further promoting the track before the album’s release.
Noid Tyler, The Creator Lyrics
Part I
Paranoid, paranoid, paranoid (Ayy)
Things feel out of order
Look a—look around, I’m not sure, uh
Para-paranoia, you know (Such a—)
Feel it in my aura (Woo)
Living between cameras and recorders, ah (Woo)
Need, but can’t afford ya, you know (Such a—)
Pobwela panyumba panga, uyenela ku nkala ndi ulemu
Chifukwa, ine sinifuna vokamba, kamba
Vokamba kamba vileta pa mulomo
(Wotangozi, wotangozi)
‘Round, ’round, 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
Motherfucker, I am paranoid (Such a—)
I loop around the block, eyes glued to the rearview
Rather double back than regret hearin’, “Pew, pew”
Never trust a bitch, if you good, they could trap you
So just strap it up ‘fore they fuck around and strap you, bitch
Pobwela panyumba panga, uyenela ku nkala ndi ulemu
Chifukwa, ine sinifuna vokamba, kamba
Vokamba kamba vileta pa mulomo
(Wotangozi, wotangozi)
‘Round, ’round, yeah
‘Round, ’round
Someone’s keeping watch
I feel them in my shadow (Runnin’, runnin’, runnin’, runnin’ ’round)
Someone’s keeping a watch (Watchin’, watchin’)
(Such a—)
Someone’s keeping watch
I can feel it, I can feel it
I can feel it, I can feel it
Part II
Don’t trust these people out here
Please, whatever you do
Keep to yourself, keep your business to yourself
Don’t even trust these motherfuckin’ accountants
‘Cause they will try to get off on you, okay?
Please, because I don’t wanna have to fuck nobody up
I promise to God
Sun, it set so good, ooh, ooh (Oh-na-na, oh-na-na, ayy)
Don’t it feel it so good? (Oh-na-na, oh-na-na, ayy)
To love (Oh-na-na, oh-na-na, ayy)
Left shoulder, right shoulder, left shoulder, look, ooh (Oh-na-na, oh-na-na, ayy)
Left shoulder, right shoulder, left shoulder, look, ooh (Oh-na-na, oh-na-na, ayy)
Watch your surroundings (Oh-na-na, oh-na-na, ayy)
Okay, okay, okay, yeah (Oh-na-na, oh-na-na, ayy)
No cameras out, please, I wanna eat in peace
Don’t wanna take pictures with you niggas or bitches
Nervous system is shook way before nineteen
LA’ll do that to you, where you from, nigga?
Who your, satellite (Satellite), screenshot (Noid), paparazzi (Noid), NDA (Noid)
Privacy? Ha-ha, yeah right, I got a better shot in the NBA
Ain’t no respect for nothin’, voice recordin’ all discussions
Her, him, they, them, or anybody, I don’t trust ’em at—, at all (All)
Some pray for my fall (Fall), hearin’ clicks on the calls (Call)
Niggas actin’ for some rough drafts
Bitches lookin’ for a buff bag
Risk that for some jaw, lock
You sing along, but you don’t know me, nigga
Nah, never ever, not at all
Y’all niggas crossed the line, like fuck the stop sign (Noid)
They wonder where I close my eyes at
I keep my eyes wide
On God, this shit cooked, brodie
Look brodie (Noid), handshakes got me shook, brodie
Niggas want info about me-e-e-e-e (Read a motherfuckin’—)
Read a book on me, uh
Leave me alone, leave me alone (Don’t it feel so good?)
Left shoulder, right shoulder, left shoulder, look (Don’t it feel so good?)
Left shoulder, right shoulder, left shoulder, look
Left shoulder, right shoulder, left shoulder, look
Fuck you want?
Leave me alone, what you want?
Leave me alone, what you want?
Leave me alone
Fuck, damn
Paranoid
