[Chorus: Skepta]

Every day man turn up to the max

Don't know how to relax

Went to the hills tryna kick back

Still I wanna tweet and chat

Woke up this morning, said I quit smoking

Now I just bought me a pack

Cause every day man turn up to the max

Don't know how to relax

[Verse 1: Shorty]

Pass me the weed, pass me the drink

Pass me a pill

Got cold feet and I can't sit still

Do what I want cause I got no chill

Yeah, you know the deal cuh man are true raver

I've been on more waves than a sailor

Man a turn up all over the radar

They know about Short Man in Jamaica

Care about now, don't care about later

But that's just the way that I live

Anywhere that I go, man are blazing a spliff

Bouncers are like "man are taking the piss"

Ace Hotel, know what it is

Turning down is a myth

Call me the turn up king

There's not a place that I won't turn up in

[Verse 2: Skepta]

14 when I started smoking bud

Ever since way back then

See that buzz? Yeah, man are tryna get that again

I broke my turn down button so man can't press that again

Brand new tracksuit looking all jet black again

Said I quit smoking

But I'm in the Ace Hotel with the jetpack again

I remember when Wiley told me to jump on mic

And I got stage fright

Never thought I could jump on right

Thought I would jump on light

Now I'm like an air hostess how I jump on the flight

Skyscanner, I book it on sight

Never stay in the same place for too long

You wanna find me? Start looking online

[Chorus: Skepta]

Every day man turn up to the max

Don't know how to relax

Went to the hills tryna kick back

Still I wanna tweet and chat

Woke up this morning, said I quit smoking

Now I just bought me a pack

Cause every day man turn up to the max

Don't know how to relax

[Verse 3: Frisco]

I go so hard

Mum told me I should take it easy

Sorry, mum, I am a grime star

And you know my ting stay off the heezy

Please believe me, respect the turn up

Boy Better Know any time we turn up

It's mad, empty bottles of Hennessy

Still I'm on point, slap two at my enemy

This year, I tried to turn down couple time

Fam, who am I kidding?

Told my girl I'mma stop smoking

With a zoot in my hand, just ready to bill it

When I'm riding the riddim, no time for the -isms

I'm high in the sky like a pigeon

See them man there? Them man are some them man theres

They can see but they got no vision

[Verse 4: Jammer]

When we turn up, dem man can't turn up

Too much Henny in my cup

Bottle down to the halfway level, not above

Look, now manaman's ready for the club

Them man can't ride the wave I surf

I drink out the bottle, I'm tryna get burse

Drink out the bottle like a baby ta ras

15 shots, I'm tryna get murked

Man's on a wave, Dagenham Dave

Man violate, get a punch in your face

Boy Better Know my niggas, we set pace

Man turn up every night and day

Sometimes gotta mix the work with the play

My niggas don't mix the weed and yay

My niggas smoke on the loudest packs

Them man smoke farmer yardie hay

[Chorus: Skepta]

Every day man turn up to the max

Don't know how to relax

Went to the hills tryna kick back

Still I wanna tweet and chat

Woke up this morning, said I quit smoking

Now I just bought me a pack

[Outro: Skepta]

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