| There were trendy wannabes staring in my face
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| As I stepped to the place I could taste their glare
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| Tall hair, small hair, nuff shapes of hair
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| Swinging out blabber with the coin to spare
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| Me myself, I only got five quid to spend
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| And once I’ve broken this note my pockets on a bend
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| Supping on a brew so my vibe gets stirred
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| Feeling kind of brave as my vision is blurred
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| Skeets in the place, they blow my mind
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| I rehearse my approach and I picks my time
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| Second thoughts at last would distress my night
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| So I was just content with them sight
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| It were me on my jack jones, lone getting down
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| Freaking to the sound as the bass bins pound
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| I’m inna.
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| Cotching at the bar side, taking in the view
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| Press luck, trying to scrounge me a next pint of brew
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| It’s not my relevant spot, see I know nobody
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| So I assume the role of some tender somebody
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| To attract the attention of some cat with some dough
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| Be it Jane or Flo', I’m slick with god flow
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| Looking down at my feet, 'tender' written cross my face
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| Hoping that some skeet aids my case
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| Twenty minutes pass and I gets no joy
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| I brainstormed in a gear for my plan deployed
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| It was a skeet behind the bar, almost dark as me
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| Needed a drink so her dream lover had to be me
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| I said 'Hon, I love the way you work that square
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| I know you’s a ten and you got nice hair'
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| I blew she two kisses, two tries and I misses
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| Third time lucky, I’m hitting the target
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| She’s warming to my vibe, looking deep into my eyes
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| I’m spewing out lies but she’s none the wiser
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| Said 'I can’t find my bredren with my twenty pound note
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| I’m feeling kind of hoarse in the throat'
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| She steps to the brew tap, pumps me a brew
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| I said 'Hon, I really don’t expect this of you'
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| Pushed the brew to my hand and I grips it tight
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| Turns her back and I slips out of sight
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| I’m inna.
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| Back in the midst of them sweaty boogie folk
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| Some cat comes up and tries to sell me some smoke
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| I said 'What you got, weed or hash?' |
| He said 'Hash'
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| I said 'I don’t smoke that but I’ll take a quick blast'
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| It was a potent cocktail, this hash and brew
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| I flips, acting like I’m not known to do
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| Strips down to my waist, I was feeling hot
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| Getting wild sensations from my head to my…
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| In a drunken stupor, sweating on this skeet
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| The company of us cats, they didn’t want to keep
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| Then in came my bartender friend and two bouncers
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| Accusing me of theft, Lord knows I should’ve left
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| But this buzz in me was like grinning up my jaw
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| Before I knew shite I were flat 'pon the floor
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| Inna, man. |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Inna , by - Roots Manuva. Song from the album Brand New Second Hand, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп