It`s all nice, man
It`s all lovely
Time to know it up, man
Yeah
Yeah
[Verse 1:]
Summer in the city such a really limited time
If you put by the traffic, air-pollution and the grime
You`ll be pleased to be reminded that the girls are looking fine
And isolated from money that`s the sole thing that`s on my mind
Short skirts, belly-tops, fake tans
String-vests with the bra underneath for the mans
Getting hard off of half of a glimpse, I got plans
To be scooping up a duet of buff tings if I can
If I can`t then I`m still live
I`ll go and break my little yatty by the seaside
Cause I know she`s live, plus she`s a delight
She gives me hospitality, she treats me right
That`s what I need, right?
And if not, I`m on a small charge to Los Angeles
To see my Beverly Hill honey to see if she can hold this
Pimping ain`t no light thing and about of these chicks are scandalous
But I`m a musician and I say I gotta be the man for this
I enjoy it!
You won`t believe some of the shit I`ve seen, man
Trust me
Yo, I ain`t even gonna go through it
But otherwise I wanna send out a call out to all my people out there, yeah
Big shout to the man dem, the ladies
You live you gotta put in your grind if you wanna get what you actually need out of life
Trust me, you just get one run
[Verse 2:]
I don`t think in fate
Life is what you get it, make it great
I`m trying to elevate, concentrate on getting my paper straight
Survive the great escape, from the ends I used to congregate
Until I could no longer wait, I had to obtain a purpose
Otherwise I would`ve been worthless, making fuss on the estate
Ignorant to what the world is offering when I should take
Every opportunity and every chance to try and make
Every minute and every hint of life something to celebrate
So I`ve been about the man now, rose to the occasion
Boast different folks, different strokes, black, white and Asian
All these ladies look incredible, still got me gazing
Riding jet-skis and powerboats, feel so amazing
Club-hopping in Ibiza, I`ve got Pacha on lock
Pull up right away the entry in a Hummer, people clock
Then they stop, stare and inquire who I am and who I`m not
I only bring it in my stride, but I ain`t never felt this hot
And I enjoy it, love it
It`s all good man, ya get me?
Yo, you live you gonna see me out Ibiza again, yeah
I gotta go thither again
Get the Bullet out
We`re driving down the streets knocking down motorbikes, it`s nothing
Turn up at the club
Girls everywhere
It`s all vibes though, man
Yo, big shout to my man like Paddy, yeah
Hang tight Shy FX - you done know!
Big up Cajun
Yeah man, I gotta big up the man like Scope
Big shout to T-Power, yeah
Hang tight Alexis, yeah
Yo, Dirtee Skank`s the label, man
Maths & English, live by it
London city stand up
It`s a UK thing, what
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