[Verse 1]
He's rapping now too, sounds like our sound
What I rap he's now living out
Because he'd like to be a stuck-up wanker like me
/>Always closed 24/7, yeah
He listens to Wu-Tang, “Brooklyn Zoo” plays in a loop, because
What I like is good, he likes it when
We'll meet at my show
Front row, partying hard, because since the Selfish EP
He finally has a sense of self-worth
Says, no bitch deserves him at all
Because if he loves something, then at most the weed
Weed, weed, and he pulls until he can't
More, pulls more and more, his head is spinning
Who doesn't know me, now get to know me through him
Album on play, it goes: âLance Butters, bämâ
[Hook 1]
They are addicted, thousands of them Kids are excited about it
But this sound doesn't give anyone out there the slightest bit of what it gives them
[Fangirls]
Hey, hey, look, I have it finally got our tickets for the Lance concert
Wow, hey, the best!
Imagine him smoking another one with us afterwards
Wow, boom
[Part 2]< br/>She wears Comme des Fuckdown, but not because of A
Buys every shit she saw on me
After that, she gets through the day with nothing but weed
She does it's not through me, she says
But we know better
Pest an entire country with disinterest
And that's just through the lyrics, spit it out and they eat it
Ask for it her favorite act, she says: âLance Butters, best.â
No matter what you ask, she answers in sentences
From my tracks that she never forgets
Ey 'dis is', ey, dis is', the way she speaks
She's not a bitch per se, but for such a fuck
After this gig, there's nothing talking, and that's how she sits
Back with the view out the window
When the snare claps it goes: âLance Butters, hands upâ
[Hook 2]
They are addicted, thousands of kids are feverish with
But this sound doesn't give anyone out there
even the slightest bit of what it gives to her

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