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Cru Northcott went down to Outlaws bar
Thinking he was some kind of superstar
But he did some things he shouldn't have done
Now he's trading his freedom
for a setting sun
Oh, Cru is locked up
behind those iron bars
Far away from Outlaws and the local stars
And that hairline is fading,
retreating out of sight
He better book a flight to Turkey to make it right (yeah)
Lewis smoked him in the virtual ring
Cru's UFC skills didn't mean a thing
Just put that PS5 up for a quick sale
You won't be needing controllers inside of a jail
Oh, Cru is locked up
behind those iron bars
Far away from Outlaws and the local stars
And that hairline is fading,
retreating out of sight
He better book a flight to Turkey to make it right
No more Outlaws nights,
no more games to play (no more games) Just pack your bags
for Istanbul someday (mmmmm)