Over the Moon - President T

Over the moon, over the moon, President T is over the moon

One likkle bar, over your tune

Nobody sending?

Must be immune

No pretending, you will hear a gunshot soon

Keep on defending, must be a goon

This time next year, man’s gonna be a tycoon

They said they’d make it rain, when I come around, there’s a monsoon

Can’t see a crossbow, never had a Ruger, run man down, call me a Cougar

Jumped in the Addison Lee, buss two shots at your Uber

«Prez, have you been stabbed in the back?»

All for a pack, you will get stabbed in the trap

Went down the stairs, went down the stairs

Commit the crime, five for the strap, three for the squares

Send me the biscuit, you will need window repairs

When this 6ft black man stares, open your eyelids, brush out your ears

Euro car parts without the spares (go, go, go, go…)

Nobody compares, all of my gang 'dem are holders, nobody’s got shares

Nah, call me a wise guy

Man want to climb but they won’t rise hype

Woah, it’s a Presidential game, «I won’t spit, why?

The instrumental’s plain»

Talking big, but when I check it out, them man are likkle like Wayne

Over the moon, over the moon, President T is over the moon

One likkle bar, over your tune

Nobody sending?

Must be immune

No pretending, you will hear a gunshot soon

Keep on defending, must be a goon

This time next year, man’s gonna be a tycoon