Mosh Pit

Yeah, all my gually guap shit, I think I lost it

I be what they talking about and why they gossip

This for them ghetto kids and them posh kids

I make them turn us because I'm up a couple notches

Them Jordans sneaks up in my feet looking spotless

I be on that heavy metal wave and that rock shit

Bitch, I'm 30 000 feet, meet me in my cockpit

I be in the middle of a motherfucking mosh pit

Living kinda lavish, fashion week in Milan, fashion week in Paris

Every day I'm fucking someone different on my mattress

I be one night standing, not tryna be romantic

Get it tiny Tinie but I'm 'bout to be gigantic

It's a madness every single time, I'm landing back and spastick

A thing about the Ritz and now I'm nagging at the Grammy

Good music I be mashing like I'm angry

MIND OVER MATTER, you ain't need to know

My life with you don't even matter

MIND OVER MATTER, you ain't need to know

My life with you don't even matter