Elephants - The Snuts

And I’ve 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

I’ve got my rhymes bigger than all your elephants

Yeah, you know I’m lighter

And I’ve got my moves sweeter than any of your friends

Yeah, you know I’m writer

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 like that

And I’ve got my rhymes bigger than all your elephants

Yeah, you know I’m writer

Yeah, you know I’m—

And I’ve got my moves sweeter than any of your friends

Yeah, you know I’m writer

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

The fast track Rickenbacker, slick as you like me (Come on, baby, 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—