Lyrics:
Harry Styles

. I see you carry on. Won't you take a walk with me. We could go for miles. Don't step on the chalk marks. Keep your streety feet in style. Keep moving

You know we got panache Style, sass, gettin mad cash, keepin' it under wraps Pizazz and class, we sit in the back Spendin' mad cash, money, money and

Your kids this. Daddy's been doing more Dick-riding than Carrie Wington I'm very venomous, you very innocent and I will send a monster to your house! Call him Harry

get it?the West craving my style.i know its been awhile, nah nigga its been a day since i hit you with that purple tape! Niggas know my style,movin

I'm on top like the attic Yeah bitch, I be with my dog like Shaggy And we stay clean but we get dirty like Harry Flyer than bluebirds, cardinals and

just to save lives Fasten your seatbelt, put on your crashing gear Prepare yourself for the single, Foxxx is here Lyrically fit like a mack man, comes equipped With a guard and a style

finally find out its real Thats when they heart pumps fear The real remains the weak will disappear My words is 20/20, my vocals are crystal clear 911 style

breathin' hard like bitches at Lamaze class Niggaz are slippin' when they sippin' gin and tonic Smokin' chronic Jersey niggaz packin' more handguns than Harry Connick My style

't give a fuck! (Music cuts. Phone rings, a guy picks up) ???????? (Mo' Styles) Yo, this is Mo' Styles in this piece, what's up son? (Guy) Hello? (Mo' Styles