Lyrics Elephants - The Snuts

Elephants

And I’ve got my head screwed tighter, choose to pie the piper
You’re all talk, no writer, I’m a writer
And I’ve got them tight knit beats
With the shoes to match
I’m keeping it clean
But I’m deeper than that
I’ve got my rhymes bigger than all your elephants
Yeah, you know I’m lighter
And I’ve got my moves sweeter than any of your friends
Yeah, you know I’m writer
Yeah, you know I’m writer
And I can be the fast track Rickenbacker, slick as you like me
The prime-time gold mine, cool as the nights be grey
Yeah, you’ll hear me say
And I can be the Mayweather, Rockefeller, quick as you like me
The south side summer with you burning beside me, baby
Won’t you come on?
Pay me (Yep)
And I’ve got my head screwed tighter (Tighter)
If you’d like to sail away on the side of my vessel, baby
Pull down them tight blue jeans
With the back to match
Not keeping this clean
I know you like it, like it, like it like that
And I’ve got my rhymes bigger than all your elephants
Yeah, you know I’m writer
Yeah, you know I’m—
And I’ve got my moves sweeter than any of your friends
Yeah, you know I’m writer
Yeah, you know I’m writer
And I can be the fast track Rickenbacker, slick as you like me
The prime-time gold mine, cool as the nights be grey
Yeah, you’ll hear me say
And I can be the Mayweather, Rockefeller, quick as you like me
The south side summer with you burning beside me, baby
Won’t you come on?
Pay me
Won’t you come on?
Pay—
Fast track Rickenbacker, slick as you like me
The fast track Rickenbacker, slick as you like me
The fast track Rickenbacker, slick as you like me
The fast track Rickenbacker, slick as you like me
Fast track Rickenbacker, slick as you like me
The fast track Rickenbacker, slick as you like me
The fast track Rickenbacker, slick as you like me
The fast track Rickenbacker, slick as you like me (Come on, baby, yeah)
And I can be the fast track Rickenbacker, slick as you like me
The prime-time gold mine, cool as the nights be grey
Yeah, you’ll hear me say
And I can be the Mayweather, Rockefeller, quick as you like me
The south side summer with you burning beside me, baby
Won’t you come on?
Pay me
Won’t you come on?
Pay—