(D-D-Daytrip took it to ten, hey) Baby back, ayy, couple racks, ayy
Couple Grammys on him (Ah, ooh), couple plaques, ayy
That's a fact, ayy (Ah, ooh), throw it back, ayy
Throw it back, ayy (Ah, ooh)
(D-D-Daytrip took it to ten, hey) Baby back, ayy, couple racks, ayy
Couple Grammys on him (Ah, ooh), couple plaques, ayy
That's a fact, ayy (Ah, ooh), throw it back, ayy
Throw it back, ayy (Ah, ooh)
[Pre-Chorus: Lil Nas X]
And this one is for the champions (Ah, ooh)
I ain't lost since I've began, yeah (Ah, ooh)
Funny how you said it was the end, yeah (Ah, ooh)
Then I went, did it again, yeah (Ah, ooh)
[Chorus: Lil Nas X]
I told you long ago on the road
I got what they waiting for
I don't run from nothing, dog
Get your soldiers, tell 'em I ain't layin' low
You was never really rooting for me anyway (Ah, ooh)
When I'm back up at the top, I wanna hear you say (Ah, ooh)
He don't run from nothin', dog (Ah, ooh)
Get your soldiers, tell 'em that the break is over (Ah, ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh)
[Verse 1: Lil Nas X]
Uh, need to, uh
Need to get this album done
Need a couple number ones
Need a plaque on every song
Need me like one with Nicki now
Tell a rap nigga I don't see ya, hah
I'm a pop nigga like Bieber, hah
I don't fuck bitches, I'm queer, hah
But these niggas bitches like Madea, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Ayy, oh, let's do it (Oh, let's do it)
I ain't fall off, I just ain't release my new shit
I blew up, now everybody tryna sue me
You call me Nas, but the hood call me Doobie, yah
[Pre-Chorus: Lil Nas X]
And this one is for the champions (Ah, ooh)
I ain't lost since I've began, yeah (Ah, ooh)
Funny how you said it was the end, yeah (Ah, ooh)
Then I went did it again, yeah (Ah, ooh, again, yeah)
[Chorus: Lil Nas X & Jack Harlow]
I told you long ago on the road
I got what they waiting for
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, I got what they're waiting for)
I don't run from nothing, dog (Ayy, ayy)
Get your soldiers, tell 'em I ain't layin' low (Ayy, ayy)
(Bitch, I ain't runnin' from nowhere)
You was never really rooting for me anyway (Ah, ooh)
When I'm back up at the top, I wanna hear you say (Ah, ooh)
He don't run from nothin', dog (Ayy)
Get your soldiers, tell 'em that the break is over (Ayy, yeah)
[Verse 2: Jack Harlow]
My track record so clean, they couldn't wait to just bash me
I must be gettin' too flashy, y'all shouldn't have let the world gas me (Woo)
It's too late 'cause I'm here to stay and these girls know that I'm nasty (Mm)
I sent her back to her boyfriend with my handprint on her ass cheek
City talkin', we takin' notes
Tell 'em all to keep makin' posts, wish he could, but he can't get close
OG so proud of me that he chokin' up while he makin' toast
I'm the type that you can't control, said I would, then I made it so
I don't clear up rumors (Ayy), where's y'all sense of humor? (Ayy)
I'm done makin' jokes 'cause they got old like baby boomers
Turn my haters to consumers, I make vets feel like they juniors (Juniors)
Say your time is comin' soon but just like Oklahoma (Mmm)
Mine is comin' sooner (Mmm), I'm just a late bloomer (Mmm)
I didn't peak in high school, I'm still out here gettin' cuter (Woo)
All these social networks and computers
Got these pussies walkin' 'round like they ain't losers
[Chorus: Lil Nas X]
I told you long ago on the road
I got what they're waiting for
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, I got what they're waiting for)
I don't run from nothing, dog (Ayy, ayy)
Get your soldiers, tell 'em I ain't layin' low (Ayy, ayy)
(Bitch, I ain't runnin' from nowhere)
You was never really rooting for me anyway (Ah, ooh)
When I'm back up at the top, I wanna hear you say (Ah, ooh)
He don't run from nothin', dog (Ayy)
Get your soldiers, tell 'em that the break is over (Ayy)
[Outro: Lil Nas X]
Yeah
I'm the industry baby
I'm the industry baby
Yeah
(D-D-Daytrip huet et bis zéng, hey) Puppelchen zréck, ayy, Koppel Racken, ayy
Koppel Grammys op him (Ah, Ooh), Koppel Placken, ayy
Dat ass e Fakt, ayy (ah, ooh), werft se zréck, ayy
Werft et zréck, ayy (Ah, Ooh)
[Pre-Chorus: lil nas x]
An dësen ass fir de Champions (Ah, Ooh)
Ech sinn net verluer well ech ugefaang hunn, jo (Ah, ooh)
Komesch wéi Dir gesot hutt, et war d'Enn, jo (Ah, Ooh)
Duerno sinn ech gaang, huet et erëm, jo (ah, ooh)
[Chorus: lil nas x]
Ech hunn Iech laang op der Strooss gesot
Ech krut wat se waarden
Ech lafen net vun näischt, Hond
Kritt Är Zaldoten, sot se se net leeën net
Dir war ni wierklech root fir mech iwwerhaapt (Ah, Ooh)
Wann ech um Top zréck sinn, da wëll ech dech héieren soen (Ah, Ooh)
Hien leeft net vu Nathin ', Hond (Ah, Ooh)
Kritt Är Zaldoten, sot se, datt d'Paus eriwwer ass (Ah, Ooh, Ah, oh, ah, ooh)
[Vers 1: lil nas x]
Uh, brauchen, äh
Muss dësen Album gemaach ginn
Braucht eng Koppelnummer
Brauche Pluque op all Song
Brauch mech wéi ee mam Nicki elo
Erzielt e Rap Nigga Ech gesinn dech net, hah
Ech sinn e Pop Nigga wéi Bieber, hah
Ech ficken Bitches, ech queer, hah
Awer dës Niggas Bitches wéi gemaach, Joh, jo, jo, jo, (jo)
Ayy, oh, loosst eis et maachen (oh, loosst eis et maachen)
Ech falen net of, ech sinn just net mäi neien Schäiss befreit
Ech hunn geblosen, elo hu jidderee Tryna alles
Dir rufft mech nas, awer den Hood rufft mech doobie, Yah
[Pre-Chorus: lil nas x]
An dësen ass fir de Champions (Ah, Ooh)
Ech sinn net verluer well ech ugefaang hunn, jo (Ah, ooh)
Komesch wéi Dir gesot hutt, et war d'Enn, jo (Ah, Ooh)
Dunn sinn ech et erëm gemaach, jo (Ah, Ooh, nach eng Kéier, jo)
[Chorus: lil nas x & Jack omplow]
Ech hunn Iech laang op der Strooss gesot
Ech krut wat se waarden
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, hunn ech dat wat se waarden)
Ech lafen net vun näischt, Hond (ayy, ayy)
Kritt Är Zaldote, sot se se net leeën net niddereg (ayy, ayy)
(Bitch, ech léien net vun néierens)
Dir war ni wierklech root fir mech iwwerhaapt (Ah, Ooh)
Wann ech um Top zréck sinn, da wëll ech dech héieren soen (Ah, Ooh)
Hien leeft net vum Nothin ', Hond (ayy)
Kritt Är Zaldoten, sot se datt d'Paus eriwwer ass (ayy, Jo)
[Vers 2: Jack Omplow]
Mäi Streckofreault sou propper, si kënnen net waarden op just ze bash mech
Ech muss gettin 'ze flashy sinn, sollt Dir net d'Weltgas mech (woo)
Et ass ze spéit 'well ech sinn hei ze bleiwen an dës Meedercher déi ech béis sinn (mm)
Ech hunn hir zréck an hire Frënd mat mengem Handpripp op hirem Arsch Cheek geschéckt
Stad Talkin ', mir takin' Notizen
Sot se all fir Makin 'Posts ze halen, wënschen hie kéint, awer hien ka net zoumaachen
Og sou houfreg op mech, datt hien sech ophëlt wärend hien makin 'Toast
Ech sinn den Typ deen Dir net kontrolléiere kënnt, sot ech, da hunn ech et esou gemaach
Ech läschen net Rumeuren (ayy), wou ass et Iech e Humor? (Ayy)
Ech si gemaach Makin 'Witzer' well se al wéi Puppelchen Boomer sinn
Maacht meng Haasser op Konsumenten, ech maache Vets fille wéi se Jiddereen (Junioren)
Soen Är Zäit ass geschwënn ze kommen awer just wéi Oklahoma (mmm)
Mine ass kommentéiert "méi" mmm), ech si just e spéiden Bloomer (mmm)
Ech hunn net an de Lycée geknuppt, ech sinn nach ëmmer hei raus
All dës sozial Netzwierker a Computeren
Krut dës Pussies wandert 'Ronn wéi se net verléieren
[Chorus: lil nas x]
Ech hunn Iech laang op der Strooss gesot
Ech krut wat se waarden
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, hunn ech dat wat se waarden)
Ech lafen net vun näischt, Hond (ayy, ayy)
Kritt Är Zaldote, sot se se net leeën net niddereg (ayy, ayy)
(Bitch, ech léien net vun néierens)
Dir war ni wierklech root fir mech iwwerhaapt (Ah, Ooh)
Wann ech um Top zréck sinn, da wëll ech dech héieren soen (Ah, Ooh)
Hien leeft net vum Nothin ', Hond (ayy)
Kritt Är Zaldote, sot se, datt d'Paus eriwwer ass (ayy)
[Outro: lil nas x]
Jo
Ech sinn d'Industrie Puppelchen
Ech sinn d'Industrie Puppelchen
Jo