Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Same place, these same bros, these new phones

And these plain clothes, these track phones

And these back roads, these hooded figures getting mad close

You found little Jimmy by Tesco's

I saw little Charlie and I saw myself

In his wild eyes and his ASBOs

It's, yeah, pathetic fallacy

Grip on the back and squeeze and twist and list

Lost my grip on reality

I've been on a mad ting, man's knee deep in it

Now I don't know normality

If it is what it is thеn that's what it has to be

You gotta let go, not be panicky

I likе tings with fluff and stuff

Who don't watch calories, with personality

And they carry that Vaseline

But her lips dark red and they taste like aniseed

Aroused by your energy

I was just watching you while you browse on the gallery

More scale than your pals on a salary

Fire and pitchfork, sounds of the anarchy

25 gems on a stainless steel

But the face white gold, I'm the coldest

I'll dine on a swine before I get a bust down

I ain't tryna look bait like Moses

Just a whole lot of pain in my process

Rips on my Ricks and my jeans like I'm homeless

Yeah, shh

Look

Man are spineless and boneless

Rain or snow, I'm still gonna linger

Look at these donkeys following Shrek round

Got more class on my pinky finger

One finger in her mouth, one finger in her, shh

Whatever she's into

She went with her and the world got a plinter

On tour with a 9mm and a Sprinter

In the field but I'm not Camavinga

More like Joey Barton on a bender

I'm David Beckham in Peckham on a late night drive, tryna link Victoria

You ever shot a Barracuda with a speargun and cooked it

Pure euphoria

I'm like Jason Bourne meets 007

But I'm darker gorier

I'm evil and gory, I'm messing with the gardener

But I'm much more hornier

My bro done a stiff one and came home

Now he's on fuckery again man he's on all of ya

I said bro, just cool now man, you know it's Peppas out here You know you can't get caught, you know

I'm the beast at the back like Rudiger

Togo seats turn the trap to a boudoir

Togo seats turn the trap to a boudoir

Tunnel vision, man it's tubular

Chicharito, I'm a super-sub

Low's, mid's, and the pricey highs

For the good price, I got stupid grub

Same place, these same place, these same place

These same roads, these new phones, these plain clothes

These trap phones and these back roads, these-

Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm