Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song T-shirt Weather in the Manor, artist - Kano.
Date of issue: 03.03.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
T-shirt Weather in the Manor |
69 Manor Road, Sunday morning |
Dorothy be up but Jennifer be yawning |
Rachel a get her hair braided, I spoil it |
One side be looking like Don King, don’t it? |
Ribs in the oven, catch a whiff |
Heartless Crew on Mission, catch a crisp biscuit, whoa |
Ice cream van, yeah, chase it down |
Screwball, 99 Flake et al |
Newham Leisure Centre where the girls at |
Hair gelled down to her face where the curls at |
Money on the table, Frustration, get mummy’s purse out |
Forward some summers, I’m racing the latest Merc out, it worked out |
'Cept Everton’s not top, but we don’t talk about it |
Lee and Karys don’t speak, and things ain’t cool with Avril |
But amongst all the bullshit, it’s love though |
You’ve gotta love London in the sun, bro, ya dun know |
That’s what we call T-shirt weather in the manor, my friend |
There’s nothing like T-shirt weather in the manor, my friend |
The Gs come out when the sun goes in |
There something 'bout T-shirt weather in the manor, my friend |
Barbecue all day, you’re in the garden |
Breezer and Alizé, get the party starting |
Gyaldem be loving my TNs, jheeze |
Back it up and whine pon mi den, big |
DJ got the Tina Moore and MJ Cole |
The olders asking for some Dennis Brown but then you got |
That one elder that wants to be young |
Dancing on the floor to hype funk |
The mood switches when the sun goes in |
And birthday boy’s mum goes in |
Rudeboys pull up in the Bimmer, yes |
What’s that smell? |
That ain’t cigarette |
Neighbours’ll complain to get the party locked off |
Just to rain on our parade, but then a younger sprays |
CS gas, everybody run, bro |
You’ve gotta love the city in the sun, bro, ya dun know |
That’s what we call T-shirt weather in the manor, my friend |
There’s nothing like T-shirt weather in the manor, my friend |
The Gs come out when the sun goes in |
There something 'bout T-shirt weather in the manor, my friend |
And it could all change in a minute, I’ve seen innocent summers turn sinister |
Tempers flare up, violence is imminent |
Specially posed, fit but you know the Streets video |
Here we go, it was all good just a week ago |
Seems like yesterday we was one people |
Ten man onstage back to back, bare reloads |
Ayia Napa weather, quarter lengths |
They say the globe’s warm and it’s getting hot in the ends |
That’s when you swap the tees for the vests, but I’m talking Kevlar |
Cause things just ain’t cool anymore |
And bricks might ruin your door, trust them youts anymore |
Never Super Soaker 2000s don’t shoot anymore |
My deal got signed so the spirits all up |
We shot the album front cover up by the shops |
We just wanna rep the manor right, give it props |
But some bredders run up on man, rah, the beef was on |
So same night, shots fired, it weren’t even man that did it |
Buss a man but ride for man and take it where I didn’t envisage |
Now I’ve got big time crooks calling the house like «what is it?» |
If we need to put in work, say the word and it’s finished |
Man just wanna make an album, mind my business |
All this gangster shit, who wants to sleep with the fishes? |
Success has a price and it’s pretty |
Penny for your thoughts and they’ll try make you split it |
They say the ends love you, then they hate you, then they love you again |
Then you try change your postcode to W10 |
Grow apart, fall out of love with your friends |
They’ll say fame made you change but it’s just all them |
Some of them get cat, some of them go pen |
Send mi likkle V.O., gwan sit with them |
Send them one two creps and Ralph Lauren |
While they build up this picture that I’m 50 Cent |
Rah, Kano’s your darg, when you land, you’re blessed |
And these times, I ain’t even blessed Jen |
Now they all wanna come on tour but that’s per DMs |
Guest list, me plus thirty men |
I buy the same Mr Whippy 99 |
But now I’ve got just as much problems and a flake ain’t one |
Friends turned snakes overnight |
Cause they think I can take away their problems all with one hit song |
But I just want the summer back how it used to be |
When Nanan had us eating toffee apples by the sea |
Or when we wore Moschino and were moving off key |
When our chips were down, they weren’t beefing 'bout Ps |
The purest summers were those in the 90s |
'05 changed my life forever, it’s bittersweet |
I’ve been riding that wave, still waters run deep |
No sound in the ends, still life is a beach |
And that’s T-shirt weather in the manor, my friend |
There’s nothing like it |
'05 shit |