Oh Oh, oh oh I can feel your pain Even If you're thousands miles away When loneliness was right in front your face Oh uh oh oh oh Oh oh, oh oh Even If your thousands miles away Oh oh yeah, Oh oh yeah

Mi give you all my cocky and all my love You tell me you love off the icicle Me wan' give you an icicle child See di cocky 'ya, come whine up Turn round and come whine up Mi nah diss you memba' yuh know Ah who buss you? Memba' enuh Ah who trust you?

Hit 'em with it, hit 'em with it, hit 'em with it That’s what I did when I came in the room and I hit her with the uh (Hit it!) When a nigga hit the plug, when a nigga hit the trap and I hit em with the pump Look at the pot, look at the egg beater, hit

We mash up the place Turn up the bass Pack up and run We'll pack up and run We'll pack up and run away, huh? And make them all have fun Make it burn them And we will end your week

Welcome to the Heist Ten thousand hours felt like ten thousand ants Ten thousand ants, they carry me Ten thousand 'Cause the moment is now, can't get it back from the grave Uh, I hope that God decides to talk through him That the people decide to walk

Girls, girls, girls, girls I've been looking at girls, girls, girls, girls I've been looking at girls Oh-ooh-uh-uh There's a million things I should have done, but I can't help it Oh-ooh-uh-uh, oh-ooh-uh Going up and down, and spinning round and round, I

Everybody wanna be like me Everybody wanna be like me (ooh, yeah) Everybody wanna be like me (huh?) Bust down, big chains and dress fancy (ooh) Bust down, big chains and dress fancy (yeah, ooh) Everybody wanna be like me (ooh) Everybody wanna be like me

A man, a man, a ma-a-a-an I'm a fight a man tonight I don't know who you think I am I'm breaking dishes up in here All night (Uh-huh) I ain't gon' stop until I see police and lights (Uh-huh) I'm a fight Blow this, blow this, I'mma blow this, blow this

Don't want you in my bloodline, yuh Ain't no need to apologize, no But you gon' have to let this shit go, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Love me, love me, baby Are you down? Can you let me know? Love me, thank you, leave me Put it down, then it's time to go

And now a message from Hannibal Buress Blaa, uh, sorry, sorry Aye, mane, I'm fucking with this shit. It's good to listen to a professional rapper for once, but Lil Dicky is a horrible rap name. That's some weird shit; you got grown men having to call you