[Intro]

Where's my trainers man?

Getting ready to go out (Find the right trainers)

Friday night, time to get dressed

Puttin' on cologne, you know, amen (Boy Better Know t-shirt)

You know that Issey Issey, Miyaki Miyaki, Issey thing (the sparkly one)

[Verse 1]

Everyone's hyping about tonight

Bare phone calls to my phone all day

Walk out my bedroom, turn out the light

It's time for man to move to the rave

Then I switch like federal agents

'Cause Trigs is rinsing my fragrance

Gams and Shorty's blazin' a green

And Skepta's nowhere to be seen

Blud, I swear down

It always happens when we leave out

No matter what we do, it's no good

We'll always be late to the shoobs

On the motorway, halfway there

We have to pull over and wait for a breh

Get to the rave, walk to the door

And the shoobs ain't even on no more

[Break 1]

Aight, nobody can blame me, yeah?

When I was saying "Come let's go, let's go"

You were all burning CDs and that, yeah

You know, 'cause I'm nothing brother

I was ready from time ago

You were on a ley-ley

And you're breaking down on motorway

I swear, flippin' long ting

[Verse 2]

Everyone's hyping about tonight

I might even have to turn off my phone

Bare phone calls and text messages

'Cause these girls want guest list, no

You best pay at the door

I can't really get you in free

Gyal better know about Boy Better Know me

I just roll thru in my Boy Better Know Tee

I just roll thru airin' a chick at the door

Saying, "Jme, please please me plus four" (Derkhead)

Why you calling me for?

Probably not even on the bore

Plus there's bare of us

My bredrins are my priority, truss

Maybe once everyone's in

I might give a blight to that sore ting

[Break 2]

Soreee!

Sore ting!

Gams and Potts getting sore in the car park with that gash

Don't think I didn't see you yeah

Trigs, Shorty, Reggie and Hats

All on that ting, don't think I didn't see you, sore

Soreee!

[Verse 3]

Everyone's hyping about tonight

True say there might be a little beef

Two crews on a lineup don't like each other

Somebody might lose their teeth

Yeah, I know it's not good

If we all could get along - we would

Anyway, scrap that, I'm saying a lot

We have to get there, one on the dot

Everyone who's got a car don't wanna drive

Licence and insurance is live

But they're arguing over things that are petty

Like the front seat and paying for pett-y

By the time their arguing's done

Look at the time, quarter past one

My phone's popping off in my pocket

We have to pay back the deposit

[Break 3]

All I'm saying is

I'm only paying 50 pound

At the deposit, yeah

Because, I went to my account

I was overdrawn so I ain't paying no more P's over that

You all chip in

And get the promoter back his money

'Cause I was ready to go to the rave, yeah

You lot are wasteman, derkhead