Lyrics

[Verse]
Lance in the house, always trippin' on his toes,
Droppin' his goods, wherever he goes.
Bustin' their chops, cycle counters mad,
Lost and found crew, ‘bout to go rad.

[Verse 2]
Left his shades, in aisle nine just chillin',
Next minute his cap, shelf seven, it's thrillin'.
Checkin' their lists, counters countin’ fast,
Lance brings chaos, first and not the last.

[Chorus]
Lance the clown, droppin' gear all around,
Store in chaos, items never found.
Cycle counters hissin’, feelin’ weary and bound,
Man’s a whirlwind, in lost and found.

[Verse 3]
Lance with a grin, claimin' his lost stuff,
Counters all sighin’, "Man, had enough!"
Inventory blues, lists on fleek,
Every step he takes, makin' ‘em weak.

[Verse 4]
Dropped a sneaker, near checkout, misplaced,
Donned a new hat, then that vanished, disgrace.
Counters pullin' hair, scratchin' heads in vain,
Lance, a jester, in their inventory chain.

[Chorus]
Lance the clown, droppin' gear all around,
Store in chaos, items never found.
Cycle counters hissin’, feelin’ weary and bound,
Man’s a whirlwind, in lost and found.