NEW TO ME

[Chorus]
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

[Verse]
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

[Chorus]
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