Lyrics

Yep

And I got my head screwed tighter, choose to pie the piper
You're all talk, no writer, I'm a writer
And I've got them tight knit beats
With the shoes to match
I'm keeping it clean
But I'm deeper than that

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I got my rhymes bigger than all your elephants (ooh, ooh)
Yeah, you know I'm lighter (ooh)
And I've got my moves sweeter than any of your friends (ooh, ooh)
Yeah, you know I'm writer (ooh)
Yeah, you know I'm writer

And I can be the fast track Rickenbacker, slick as you like me
The prime-time gold mine, cool as the nights be grey
Yeah, you'll hear me say
And I can be the Mayweather, Rockefeller, quick as you like me
The south side summer with you burning beside me, baby
Won't you come on? Pay me, yep

And I've got my head screwed tighter (tighter)
If you'd like to sail away on the side of my vessel, baby
Pull down them tight blue jeans
With the back to match
Not keeping this clean
I know you like it, like it, like it

And I got my rhymes bigger than all your elephants (ooh, ooh)
Yeah, you know I'm writer (ooh)
Yeah, you know I'm -
And I've got my moves sweeter than any of your friends (ooh, ooh)
Yeah, you know I'm writer (ooh)
Yeah, you know I'm writer

And I can be the fast track Rickenbacker, slick as you like me
The prime-time gold mine, cool as the nights be grey
Yeah, you'll hear me say
And I can be the Mayweather, Rockefeller, quick as you like me
The south side summer with you burning beside me, baby
Won't you come on? Pay me
Won't you come on? Pay -

Fast track Rickenbacker, slick as you like me
The fast track Rickenbacker, slick as you like me
The fast track Rickenbacker, slick as you like me
The fast track Rickenbacker, slick as you like me
Fast track Rickenbacker, slick as you like me
The fast track Rickenbacker, slick as you like me
The fast track Rickenbacker, slick as you like me (come on, baby)
The fast track Rickenbacker, slick as you like me (yeah!)

And I can be the fast track Rickenbacker, slick as you like me
The prime-time gold mine, cool as the nights be grey
Yeah, you'll hear me say
And I can be the Mayweather, Rockefeller, quick as you like me
The south side summer with you burning beside me, baby
Won't you come on? Pay me
Won't you come on? Pay -

Writer(s): Joseph Mcgillveray, Callum Grant Wilson, Jack Boyd Cochrane, Jordan Mackay

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