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[Intro: Yung Lean & Yung Gud] Close as fuck to the microphone Micro, microphone (Klassisk hiphop-grej) Ey, turn it up in my, eh, headphones Turn the snare a little bit up I can't even hear the beat Okay (Turn the snare up in my headphones) Yeah, yeah [Verse 1] Riding through the galaxy Feng shui Molecules bonded by THC Riding through the galaxy Feng shui, feng shui Caught red handed with a hand in the cookie jar Yung Lean above average bars Fucking blue bitches like I saw on Avatar Most unlikely to catch me at a salads bar Grab a jar Betray them all Like Jafar LSD trip, bitch I think I'm Babar Put her body in my car Wear nothing but lucha libre masks Here to break flash and hand out fake cash Michelle Obama got a fat ass I think about it every time I'm in maths class Bubble bath Hip chicks holding double flasks Bubble glass filled with orange juice Lean will lead to trouble fast Troubled path Double tap Smuggle crack Leandoer will slide off your head caps Stuck in the middle, middle class Fiddle with my boarding pass Diddle with your Mom, like I'm Tom Riddle From another time Do her from behind Pre-roasted oyster mango chutney in the toaster Money clip to money fold On the port I have a zero on the rollercoaster strike me up Stuffed, roasted, greased chicken on a poster Bacon and lettuce on a sandwich make it vanish Get my hair cut by a Spanish Catch a barber's itch Sick shit, Yung Lean ain't got no glitch Busting coppers like they bad bitch Black magic evil wish Cruel witch Drink a glass of milk, wash it down with a pill Killing pussies, I mean puppies Like Cruella De Ville Living my life like I'm Dr Phil That pussy's finger licking Kicking down your door while the clock is ticking Plastic titty Bricking THC up