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  • 作词 : Mike Skinner
    作曲 : Mike Skinner
    [Verse 1]
    First in the room
    Thirsting from noon
    Herbalist fumes
    Where's me balloon?
    Curse off the Zoom
    Burstin'? We boom
    First in the room
    21st of June
    Then they ****ed that too

    [Chorus]
    Who's got the bag?
    Who's got the bag?

    [Verse 2]
    Food in the back pocket
    I'm here to boo Babylon
    Let's be having the boondocks back
    You have to do what you can
    Tooting the Boris
    Smoking on the Rishi
    Shooting with my hand cocked
    (Got the)
    Go back to doing what slaps
    It's a matter of duty, damn
    **** the jukebox in the caf'
    Good God—who's got the bag?

    [Verse 3]
    The herds of the goons
    The blur of perfume
    Reverse up the tune
    Birded off too soon
    Shmurda is loose
    Perched for the views
    The chirping and crooning out
    The burden and blues
    The verses of music
    The der-dee-dee-doo
    Birkin bag, Gucci
    Or dirty, rank shoes
    Werewolf to the moon
    First in the room
    Nurse me all Tuesday
    21st of June
    Then they ****ed that too

    [Chorus]
    Who's got the bag?
    Who's got the bag?

    [Verse 4]
    You have to do what you can
    Been in the lab too long, man
    I'd have it to doo-wop jazz
    Who's got the bag?
    Tooting on the Boris
    Smoking on the Rishi
    Shooting with my hand cocked
    (Got the) bag
    21st of June
  • 作词 : Mike Skinner
    作曲 : Mike Skinner
    [Verse 1]
    First in the room
    Thirsting from noon
    Herbalist fumes
    Where's me balloon?
    Curse off the Zoom
    Burstin'? We boom
    First in the room
    21st of June
    Then they ****ed that too

    [Chorus]
    Who's got the bag?
    Who's got the bag?

    [Verse 2]
    Food in the back pocket
    I'm here to boo Babylon
    Let's be having the boondocks back
    You have to do what you can
    Tooting the Boris
    Smoking on the Rishi
    Shooting with my hand cocked
    (Got the)
    Go back to doing what slaps
    It's a matter of duty, damn
    **** the jukebox in the caf'
    Good God—who's got the bag?

    [Verse 3]
    The herds of the goons
    The blur of perfume
    Reverse up the tune
    Birded off too soon
    Shmurda is loose
    Perched for the views
    The chirping and crooning out
    The burden and blues
    The verses of music
    The der-dee-dee-doo
    Birkin bag, Gucci
    Or dirty, rank shoes
    Werewolf to the moon
    First in the room
    Nurse me all Tuesday
    21st of June
    Then they ****ed that too

    [Chorus]
    Who's got the bag?
    Who's got the bag?

    [Verse 4]
    You have to do what you can
    Been in the lab too long, man
    I'd have it to doo-wop jazz
    Who's got the bag?
    Tooting on the Boris
    Smoking on the Rishi
    Shooting with my hand cocked
    (Got the) bag
    21st of June