VICTORY LAP (feat. VF Shaolin)

Yeah

Uh

Uh

It means nothing to me

Run it down

We gon' see

Got the crown

And I'm free

Keep it loud

High key

And I'm low

I'ma drown

In the sea

Shit's profound

You agree

It compounds

No fees

My account

Bourgeoisie

I'm running, yeah

My victory lap

My victory lap

I'm running, yeah

My victory lap

My victory lap

Spiritual leader

Dalai Lama

I'm so hot

Song of the summer

I got rhythm

I'm a drummer

Ain't got no time

For no drama

We ain't got the room for a bummer

I'ma run against miss Kamala

And you know I'm about to outrun her

No room to be undercover

Baby

I don't really give a fucking shit shit about misses

I'm about to earn all of my kisses

I'm about to sing to anyone that listens

I've already done all of my dishes

Sure I got a few conditions

But I'm breaking tradition, break definition

That's what bliss is

It means nothing to me

Run it down

We gon' see

Got the crown

And I'm free

Keep it loud

High key

And I'm low

I'ma drown

In the sea

Shit's profound

You agree

It compounds

No fees

My account

Bourgeoisie

I'm running, yeah

My victory lap

My victory lap

I'm running, yeah

My victory lap

My victory lap

Looking down, looking up

Looking down, looking up

Looking down, looking up

Looking down, looking up

Looking down, looking up

Looking down, looking up

Looking down, looking up

Looking down, looking up

Looking down, looking up

Looking down, looking up

Looking down, looking up

Looking down, looking up

Looking down, looking up

Looking down, looking up

Looking down, looking up

Looking down, looking up (uh)

Outrun 'em, can't put me in no box

I'mma run it like fuck is a stop

Hands up cause I reach for the top

Hands up cause I'm catching a rock

Hands up cause I made something shake

In the cut with this shit but I'm making a wave

Bulleyes, I be seeing the way

More high, I'm fried all day

Shawty 'round, beside my ways

She want me but I'm M.I.A

I ran to the bank, I'm grabbing them deadman's, and stacking them racks

Yeah, Baby, I'm stuck on my ways

Tryna learn to accept what I receive

But I ain't accepting too much especially if it ain't cheese

I been out her running head of the state

Yeah I get it chopping, yeah, I lace up my cleats

It means nothing to me

Run it down

We gon' see

Got the crown

And I'm free

Keep it loud

High key

And I'm low

I'ma drown

In the sea

Shit's profound

You agree

It compounds

No fees

My account

Bourgeoisie

I'm running, yeah

My victory lap

My victory lap

I'm running, yeah

My victory lap

My victory lap