Here we go.
I feel like John got it, how bout I be his baby, I feel like John lying, I feel like
I'm like a trucker, it's a drink right now, I'm pouring in over my neck
We ain't enough to turn down, no more fake, different, fake, different, fake
You wanted your bags, you get cash on the loo, goes in on my loo
Yeah, it's out, it's out, it's out, it's for my enemy
It's a guy in my machine, clicky, you know how I kick me, yeah