James Arthur - Hype lyrics

I'm hyped baby, don't you leave me no more I've got to keep going 'til the break of the dawn Oh na na Yo man, I'm hyped I got my slate wiped Clean, back to following the dream Back to b**hes on my penis Do you see this? Crazy paper on my range up to Venus Rolla J, System Down, Chaka Demus & Pliers Flyin' higher than the rest I'll blow my load on these little worldies double fs Blessed, no less than I'd expect These days, I'm arrogant, can't nobody change it Jeez whiz, I'm hyped, I blaze through the maze While the people faze my name, not me though Ey, I can't be found, like Nemo, he know, she know Everybody here knows But gee he roll with hear no, see no evil We rub our eyes in disbelief, like where's BeeDo? Bad girl, p**y's sweet like treacle Here we go, switchin' to my over-inflated ego Facetious though, so I can sit back and laugh At the non-believers quote My rhyme's a disciple, scepticism in every note Little kids are Jumpin' Jim They see that this doesn't drown, does it float Eyes still, they fail to go where my mind goes I don't fear failure, I am on a roll Helpin' to realise I am a prodigy, I'm an anomaly Nobody toppin' me, nobody stoppin' me Nobody poppin' this ego's f**in left me, [?] Eff off and eff you, I'm Cee Lo Ey, eff you, I'm Cee Lo I'm hyped baby, don't you leave me no more I've got to keep going 'til the break of the dawn Oh na na Later, cool for the gifts we got coz we get the picture We ain't flinchin' at the negs, we just be gettin' richer Girl, I'm so hyped, I could kiss ya Obliterate Kate and her sister She f**s me like she hates me She been gettin' from her mister Eeeee, got a schlong like a donkey Hung, my flow's tight for a honky [?], getting high watching Kung Fu Arigato to my ninjas Yeah, we're the new John Dillingers Give us any don't floppers we be k**ing yas Finish 'em with diligence Bunch of f**in' idiots, whole crew hideous My team lookin' like we all makin' millions Look to fill ya in, I'm a King, you're a minion Get on ya knees and beg for mercy at your silliness I'll cut ya motherf**in' tongue out I'll put ya lung out Watch ya wheeze until ya scullin' air run out, spun-out Faded, you just look jaded, coz I dare say it I don't care if they dismay, if they slay If they pay no credit, no radio edit Call me a medic coz I'm ill You got a headache high memories stick byte-freestyling on the beat Coz I don't have the time to write Just giz my Grammy Giz my Grammy motherf**er! I'm hyped baby, don't you leave me no more I've got to keep going 'til the break of the dawn Oh na na Oh na na Oh na na