I clearly won the friendly
I got the keys to the Lambo
I did not come from nothing
Some tush between my teeth
Don't like what I can see
Racist prick on the right side
No one to trust on the left
So I put my foot on overdrive
Definitely I'll have a dab man
I'll have a stab and can-can
Don't forget I'm a champ man
Pound for pound gram for gram
I'll smash that double-barrel Mitsubishi
Crash bang wallop on the afghan
Then I rise like a phoenix from the dashcam
You caught me on my knees
You caught me on all fours
My thoughts are piss poor
My glass-jaw held open the door
As everything turns black
As my wings start to flap
As my top gets blood damp
My, oh my, I can feel the raw
Flesh on the bottom of the footwell floor
Everything is turning to black ash
I can feel my eyes vibrate
I can feel my eyes vibrate
I can feel my eyes vibrate
I can feel my eyes vibrate
WRITERS
Adam Devonshire, Jonathan Beavis, Joseph Talbot, Lee Kiernan, Mark Bowen