[Chorus]

Lovin' it on this side

I've been livin' life on this side

You should see the view from this side (yeah)

[Verse 1]

Dropped a couple thou' in a limousine (bands bands)

Who thought that a guy like me could be so mean (*gasp!)

I talk a lot of shit but I got Listerine (chik-chika-chik-chik)

Know that I'ma get it, not that it's a dream (yeah)

Shawty looking at me like she finna pree (yeah)

She simpin' after rich guys or she into me? (yeah)

I could never tell in this industry (nah)

It may be in her genes I won't intervene (neah)

Lookin' at my pace must be chasе something (woah-o!)

My talent be so loud must bе laced with something (lace with wuh-)

Lookin' at my space, man, this place stunnin' (stuntin' like a [?])

"I kinda want it" was my ultimatum and (ooh ye-!)

[Chorus]

Lovin' it on this side

I've been livin' life on this side

You should see the view from this side (lovin' it this side)

[Verse 2]

I'm living in a wishing well (sploosh)

Love my friggin' tales

Telling genie stories like a Phrygian scale (aaah)

I say it like a ard G (grr!)

May be flat but I'm no minor

Jammin' my Givenchy (chy-chy-chy-chy!)

Wish I had luck's gettin' finer

One day I'll see your auntie (hi)

She'll tell you I'm a cool guy (bye)

She knows that you a fan and got my napkin with the drool signed (oh the gran got it signed)

You'll want to see me one day (goo' shit!)

And I would do my best to show my love in every way

Ohh. (what) Ohh. (what) Ohh. (what)

Oh shit that shit lit (what!?)

They just said "I won't" but now they wig I slayed that fit (ha!)

You'd think I shine my watch when I show my fist (brrink brrink!)

But such hands of an artist hang off from my wrist (-eah!)

[Chorus]

Lovin' it on this side

I've been livin' life on this side

You should see the view from this side (lovin' it this side)

[Verse 3]

Don't ask for support, just bring the result

Stupid guy on my DMs, don't need your e-salt

They want me on their team yeah I don't feed cults

I just work on myself like I don't need faults (wooh!) (brrrr!)

Like dabadabada (dabadabada)

I've been shredding my guitar (shreddin', shreddin', chah!)

So I can rock you really hard (Huhhr!)

Then kick back down at the Shard (London, London)

Now they can't bother me (bliss, bliss)

I don't even like this chardo- (that shit's rank)

Nnay-me that comes to mind (nah nah)

Is the Vichi or the harder way (Vichi-Vichi-Vichi Magic)

Ooh, I don't even think it's cool anymore

I had to work for it eight, twelve, sixteen, twenty-four's

Now I'm hitting these bottles so hard, think my Henny's sore

Who'd have thought this kinda talent could have opened many doors

[Chorus]

Lovin' it from this side

I've been livin' life on this side

You should see the view from this side