[Intro]

You know sometimes you just have those times (Yeah)

Perhaps in instances where you just need it (Uh)

Ain't nothing big (Uh)

Sometimes you just catch yourself thinking too much

And you want that little bit, to just

[Verse 1]

This shit's blinding, fuck me I'm flying

Every time I see a mountain, I start climbing

Every time I go quiet, hope I'm retiring

Where you been hiding, skiving

Missed call from the wife, iPhone was on silent

Sorry I was balls deep in this screen siren

Had her flinching like she heard a siren

Liqour in a big cup made of polystyrene

Thinks he's sly acting like he's buying

Pussyhole tried it

Can smell him, he's trident

Got white stuff on me like I've been tiling

Got it from Thailand

I can remember I was barely surviving

Now man's striding

You couldn't write it

Go check a chick minutes after arriving

Had her writhing, smiling

I got the back end sliding, nigga I'm styling

AMG Styling

How can you afford that car in this climate?

Climate control, leather seat, I recline it

Heads up display so I don't red-line it

Fine piece of fanny and we out fine-dining

Ticket from the feds, they want points and they fining

Yeah it's fine, it's mine right but I weren't driving

Six litre lump love, that's the requirement

Engine's violent, fuck the environment

Six litre lump love, that's the requirement

Engine's violent, fuck the environment

Stopped at the dealer for a four-wheel alignment

Shot up to Brighton to drop that consignment

Chick off Insta, had to link this lightie

Thought she was leng but nah, it's all lighting

Yeah, she was lying, all comes to light in the end

[Chorus]

Yeah, how much is that?

Said I'm in a M, she like "How much is that?"

Pocketing the stacks, she like "How much is that?"

But I'm looking at her back like "How much is that?"

Got to her flat, yeah I might just have

Left, she was mad like 'Am I just that?'

On the Batphone, see where Badger's at

Lad should've seen the bit man just had

With a coke dick but still managed to shag

I'll save that one for the bank

[Verse 2]

Uh, knocking one out with Crème de la Mer

Picturing jizzing in Ella Eyre's hair

So many faces, I don't know what to wear

No matter which one, they all stop and stare

Fabric main room, bang on the gear

Sweating and skanking like Fred Astaire

Gone? Yeah I'm lost, now I better light the flare

Two G on man, yeah like LaFlare

Black ting watching then I clock her rear

Preeing she creaming, chocolate eclair

War paint caked on, let me make it clear

All of that shit babe, I don't really care

Don't need a face full of slap to look beautiful

More makeup than a corpse at a funeral

Doing bugle in this toilet cubicle

Off this beautiful bitches cuticle

Friends say I'm lacking slack, I'm skatty

I ate with this slag out here in Stratty

Yeah I risked getting papped for that batty

I risked getting clapped for that batty

Playing with the snatch for an hour and a half

Fingers wrinkled like she'd been in the bath

Nah, I couldn't even laugh