Stolen Art (with Little Stranger)

We're in the fast lane with the stolen art
We don't care what you say 'cause we made it ours
It's a fool's game, but we play the part
We are who we are, we are who we are
We're in a hot chase down the boulevard
If you don't switch lanes, you could make it hard
If I'm, if I'm never gonna be a star
We still are who we are, we are who we are

Yah, pickpocketing Pablo Picassos
On the run with the gun and a Rothko
Hot spit 'til we hitting the lotto
Stay true with the crew that's the motto
No half steppin' no days off is the game we rapping
No James Bond, just James begin-in
Yeah, we stay winning, we the rap lieutenants

And you never gonna get it, no not at all
Man, the writing's all up on the wall
Who you gonna call?
No ghostbusters, got you flustered
Got you stalled
Got all inside of our palms
Thieves in the night, no need for alarm
Stealing a feeling, here in a song
Can't hear y'all I'm straight Van Gogh

We're in the fast lane with the stolen art
We don't care what you say 'cause we made it ours
It's a fool's game, but we play the part
We are who we are, we are who we are
We're in a hot chase down the boulevard
If you don't switch lanes, you could make it hard
If I'm, if I'm never gonna be a star
We still are who we are, we are who we are

I used to do this for the sake of the art
I never thought twice about trying to chart
Now I write shit just to pick it apart
'Cause my biggest concern has been leaving my mark
Somebody said I'm a star
So I want the money and cars
I'm tossin' and turnin' up all night
But I ain't afraid of the dark

I just been puttin' that work in
Like I ain't got nothin' to lose
Everyone wanna to tell me what to do but
You cannot relate, you don't fit in my shoes
I forgot that I love what I do
I forgot I got nothin' to prove
To people who love me, I'm already somebody
I lost my way, but I'm back to my roots

We're in the fast lane with the stolen art
We don't care what you say 'cause we made it ours
It's a fool's game, but we play the part
We are who we are, we are who we are
We're in a hot chase down the boulevard
If you don't switch lanes, you could make it hard
If I'm, if I'm never gonna be a star
We still are who we are, we are who we are

It was the big bad bandit (bandit)
Comin' at you live from the planet I landed on (landed)
Been a bit misbranded (branded)
I don't fuck around with the crowd, I command it
Sticky fingers in a big back pocket
Filled to the brim, don't knock it
Woke up with a back full of money
That I found in a safe with a key to unlock it

Like a trip to the Louvre
Mad sophisticated on groove
Masochistic with a point to prove
But I tripped the alarm, so I really gotta move
Really gotta move man, we really gotta go
God-damn Kev, what you think I'm sayin' to you bro?
Well, I don't really know
Man head to the door, the getaway driver's here and it's roads?

(let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go) roads, roads, roads
James (I will text you bro)
Guys, what the fuck dude