[Chorus]x2

Kinda busy and I

Feel ya wave, fuck face gettin fizzy and we

In this place again

Fuck being your friend, let me take you home for a one-one

[Verse 1]

Stop, so what you saying girl, uh

I been ridin round town in this plenty world

Heard you got a boyfriend, well that’s cool

Cos baby I ignore the rules baby, aye...

I lose friends and make friends, lose them and hate friends...

And what’s a God to a man, what’s a want to a plan, gosh to be damned, feel me if you understand

Coat or jacket, tote?

Let’s roll, there’s nothing here for me or yourself so let’s go

The friends you know, they seeming warm til’ it gets cold

Then showing there colours like Set’s thrown...

Take ma hand, a real nigga said that he wants you he never lie

It feels bigger than if you trust him just take a stride well or not cos it’s ya life like

[Chorus]x2

Kinda busy and I

Feel ya wave, fuck face gettin fizzy and we

In this place again

Fuck being your friend, let me take you home for a one-one

[Verse 2]

You got a man, you got him at all sorts, at all-So and what’s the plan?

You gotta stand

You feel like if you leave then you won’t find love but you’re not in fact

Your logic’s bad, cos you don’t know what love is; how you overcome if your stuck in Traff?

There’s nothing back there, I tell you what you should do, you should cut the “would” like a lumberjack

Under wraps, just tell him you need space or another man, shit get your luggage packed

Wonderland, nah forreal there ain’t no coming back, I’m spectacular

One on one I can battle with the rest of em

Whip tonne, huh, there’s suttin in the breast stroke

I’ma tell you how it is huh

We can make, 6, break, grip-vroom

[Chorus]x2

Kinda busy and I

Feel ya wave, fuck face gettin fizzy and we

In this place again

Fuck being your friend, let me take you home for a one-one

[Verse 3]

Heard you got a couple things you could show...

I could tell it though

Said that you can put on game if I wanna know

Where do I enroll?

Back to the pro-gramme

Slap like the beat in ya Tame, that crash wit’ the heat in ya chain uh

Bring it back, when you leave, bring it ‘gain yup

What ever it be you need you’re spade uh

What ever it be I need my space...

But not for too long woadie

Cos I don’t wanna be alone, I’m 23 in 4 months

Maybe we can talk lunch and

[Chorus]x2

Kinda busy and I

Feel ya wave, fuck face gettin fizzy and we

In this place again

Fuck being your friend, let me take you home for a one-one