NEW TO ME

Been ahead of my time a hundred times, this stuff ain't new to me

She like a psychedelic, way you melt my brain, you're foolin' me

Make her melt down like jewellery

I want all of you, you want of all of me

Can't trick me twice, ain't foolin' me

It's new to you, it ain't cool to me

How you su—, how you sure you're on the future? You're stuck in the past

Wasn't sure about her, but you gave her a chance

You thought it was diamonds, turned to be glass

Thought it was gold, but it turned to be brass

They like my style, they're feelin' my stance

In cyclin' gear, I'm feelin' like Lance

I'm makin' drinks, I fill up my glass

I'm doin' it all, I ain't finishin' last

She's thirty-nine, but she just my type

In a new shape coupe same colour as sprite

This is pure cocaine, this Pepsi white

Asked, "What's my type?" The sexy type

Put you—, put you in that box, I'll tick it, alright

I see you're fine, need a ticket, alright

Done too many pills, I'll lick it all night

Done too many pills, I'll li— (Eeughk)

You little bastard

One wrong—, one wrong move, now you turned to a target

Thought you was hot, now you really are charrin'

Life was a movie, now you're really starrin'

Shit got louder, Harman Kardon

Polo socks and the wood floor varnished

Way before Foden, I bleached my barnet

England top, that's Martine Rose

Mushroom drops and classy clothes

Cuttin' through traffic in Marylebone

Sat on my left, there's a classy ho

Talk in cash if you're hittin' my phone

'Cause I ain't like them, they give in, I won't

I done what I did and I do what they don't

From a young boy, I stuck to the code

Been ahead of my time a hundred times, this stuff ain't new to me

She like a psychedelic, way you melt my brain, you're foolin' me

Make her melt down like jewellery

I want all of you, you want of all of me

Can't trick me twice, ain't foolin' me

It's new to you, it ain't cool to me

How you su—, how you sure you're on the future? You're stuck in the past

Wasn't sure about her, but you gave her a chance

You thought it was diamonds, turned to be glass

Thought it was gold, but it turned to be brass

They like my style, they're feelin' my stance

In cyclin' gear, I'm feelin' like Lance

I'm makin' drinks, I fill up my glass

I'm doin' it all, I ain't finishin' last