Lone in the zone, check the roster.
We ain't just guests, we the monsters.
Rolling Loud in the O, yeah the heat is on,
Dropped the lineup, now the peace is gone.
Stylist on speed dial, Rick Owens on my feet,
I'm the reason that the circle pits feel the heat.
Top floor boss, I don't look at the cost,
If you ain't on the list, then you're already lost.
We making it rain in the swamp floor.
They screaming for Lone, give 'em some more.
No sleep, just vibes, and a heavy bass,
I'm about to take over the whole damn place.
Switch the flow, watch it glow,
Florida sun, but my heart is cold.
From the stage to the plane, it's a cycle,
Viral moves, yeah, I'm feeling like Michael.
