Verse 1

So sophisticated..../
The capital city of artistic creation/
Sexual freedom and alienation/
Was offered a beat from a man from Toulousse/
Sound so sweet, what the Spoon got to lose?/
He said, what’d you like?/
I said, Je voudrais/
Un rythme de rap/
With the snares and the hi-hats/
And a bassline that slaps/
Oh yeah, Oh yeah/
Dj Atono/
Do it pro bono/
Livin’ no FOMO/
Goodbye to Como/
And hello to Chi-town/
The rest of my life now/
Just gimme a a mic now/
Gimme a mic now/
I’m ready to fight now/
You ready to bite now/
Ready to bite my STYLEEEEE/
My STYLLLEEEEE/
Ready to bite my STYLEEEEEE/
My STYLEEEEEEEE/
Born like this, like CatDog/
Just the way that I rap, dawg/
Like a sasquatch with patois/

Verse 2

I’m on a mission/
Find what I been missin/
Now I’m ready to listen/
I’m ready to listen so you better speak up/
Not afraid of division, you better speak up/
This indecision that you speak of/
I made my decision, we’re gonna break up/
Ready to wake up/
Chase hoes in their make-up/
No clothes when we make love/
Feel better than pay stubs/
Stacks to pack eight tubs/
Quackin’ like eight ducks/
Cracked and gave eight fucks/
Fat bass needs eight subs/
Wait for the club/
For the club to get poppin/
These pills we be poppin/
The rush never stoppin/
Suss out my options/
Hot bust in a crop top/
Young lust, no cock block/
Take my shoes and my socks off/
Then she suckin’ my cock off/
Goin’ like ka ka/
Stuck it in, she go Gaga/
She wanna call me Da Da/
Make her moan like Ya Ya/
Take me home, she said Nah Nah/

Verse 3
When I’m sleepin and snorin’/
Keep me in storage/
Unless it’s important/
It isn’t important/
Super hungover/
I can’t ignore it/
Eat none of your porridge/
Eat none of your fridge/
Gonna go out and get some short ribs/
Your prime’s always short lived/
Not the best of all time, but I’m on the short list/
Potential enormous but future’s amorphous/
Not chasin’ endorsements, I’m chasin’ endorphins/
When it come to the game/
Like Kramer, I’m drivin’ the bus/
Like Kramer, I don’t give a fuck/
Lite creamer all in my cup/
My grinder filled up with nugs/
So we gon roll a blunt/
And I’m gonna smoke you up/
Yeah I’m gonna smoke you up