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[Intro: Lancey Foux]
(Phew)
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Lancey Foux]
I was like this already, yeah, fuck what you think
I've been miles ahead, yeah, fuck what you think
I've been out of my head, yeah, mud in my drink
Drippin' down her leg, yeah, she cummin' for me (Chyeah)
Put her down and wrestle, put her down in CELINE
Said she down, I'm ready, say she ridin' for me
Ridin' 'round, I'm ready, when you slidin' on me?
I'm outside again, I'm outside again
I'm behind the lens, I'm behind the lens
Got rich at life again, got rich at life, hey
Dirеct the pipe, yeah, kill you right thеre

[Verse 1: Lancey Foux]
I kill my ego off (Yeah-yeah), I turn my demons off (Chyeah)
Direct a murder scene, Tarantino shot
They been seeing the signs, yeah
I been out my mind, yeah, and I got no time, yeah
Gotta pick up a bag, necks out
Got a link on my hand with the pound
Gotta drink up the mud 'til I drown
I can count up a hundred, I ain't lyin' (Yeah)
Woke up fuckin' up London, I ain't lyin'
Red notes up in Scotland, ah-ee-aye
Flipped in like a monk, China white
Stepped in like a punk, ah-ee-aye
Sex pistol the drum, ah-ee-aye
She just wanna have fun, figured out I'm the one
[Chorus: Lancey Foux]
I was like this already, yeah, fuck what you think
I've been miles ahead, yeah, fuck what you think
I've been out of my head, yeah, mud in my drink
Drippin' down her leg, yeah, she cummin' for me (Chyeah)
Put her down and wrestle, put her down in CELINE
Said she down, I'm ready, say she ridin' for me
Ridin' 'round, I'm ready, when you slidin' on me?
I'm outside again, I'm outside again
I'm behind the lens, I'm behind the lens
Got rich at life again, got rich at life, hey
Direct the pipe, yeah, kill you right there

[Verse 2: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, I rock Calvin Klein, big red in the sky
I sip purple rain (Rain), keep my head up high (Woo)
Fuck 12, go...
...
I've been dyin' to live, big timeless shit
On my Heisman shit, I am high, all this sound in my head
I've been out of my head, pour a pint of the red
Talk down, it's off with your head

[Chorus: Lancey Foux]
I was like this already, yeah, fuck what you think
I've been miles ahead, yeah, fuck what you think
I've been out of my head, yeah, mud in my drink
Drippin' down her leg, yeah, she cummin' for me (Chyeah)
Put her down and wrestle, put her down in CELINE
Said she down, I'm ready, say she ridin' for me
Ridin' 'round, I'm ready, when you slidin' on me?
I'm outside again, I'm outside again
I'm behind the lens, I'm behind the lens
Got rich at life again, got rich at life, hey
Direct the pipe, yeah, kill you right there