| Eskiboy
|
| Tunnel Vision Volume 2
|
| Boy Better Know, Roll Deep
|
| You know me
|
| But right now I wanna tell you a little story
|
| Cah one time like, man was walking through Spanish Harlem in New York innit
|
| Like
|
| Saw a couple Latino girls
|
| And they was calling me Poppi like
|
| And I knew they was hollaring, I was like, okay
|
| You girls are tryna holla at me yeah
|
| So I’m like, that’s all good innit
|
| Like I gotta proceed with what I’m doing
|
| But as I start looking over
|
| There was one of them, she’s like, so good to go blud
|
| She was good to go
|
| This one’s a mary’s rudeboy, no long ting
|
| So I’m hollaring at her right now like
|
| It’s moving, and it’s moving, and it’s moving
|
| And true man’s got a mobile phone out there like
|
| I start to holla, I’m trying to get the number and ting like
|
| So it’s moving, and it’s there innit, like it’s a done deed so like
|
| Time to show this ting, I’m a street kid as well
|
| Like, let her know where I’m from innit
|
| And let her know that like, even though I’m from London, man can still relate,
|
| to what’s going on over here innit
|
| So then I was like, yeah man like, I do music and ting
|
| And she was tryna holla
|
| She wants to do what I do, and reh reh reh
|
| So once she knows I can do that
|
| And she’s saying like, 'what, do you, do spit and, do you, do you make the
|
| beats?'
|
| I’m like, nah man I do both innit, like
|
| I can do everything, I’m an all rounder
|
| So like
|
| I get the jif she wants me to do a little lyric
|
| So I’m like
|
| Listen
|
| I walk in like yeah it’s a nice night
|
| Friday night I felt like I was hollow inside on this night
|
| I walked up the stairs, yep, then I turned left, yep
|
| Who’s that my ex, yep, turned back, yep yep
|
| I don’t wanna see her out here raving
|
| Waiting to be taken by so many bre
|
| I only came two up
|
| Got a text saying that your sisters not well and she just threw up
|
| I’m in a dance you know
|
| I wanna shake a leg but I’m afraid my night just got blew up
|
| Girls try channelling, negative energy
|
| I’m not having it, positive energy
|
| It don’t make no sense me belling you
|
| It don’t make no sense you belling me
|
| All the things you’re saying, why you telling me
|
| Let me go I’m tryna break free (Free, free, free)
|
| And so she’s like
|
| «What is that like a lyric, about one of your ex girlfriends or somethin'»
|
| And I was like, yeah man
|
| Obviously, I speak about my life in my lyrics
|
| And I try and express what goes on and what happens innit
|
| And she was like, admiring that, you get me?
|
| And so this ting, this ting was moving
|
| You get me like, it’s a done deed
|
| I gotta say, it’s a done deed
|
| Even from now like
|
| I’m in England innit, she’s there innit
|
| But it’s a done deed innit like
|
| Anytime man touches down innit like
|
| It’s all blessed up like
|
| Man can go to the Soul Food shop on, 132, on Lenox Ave
|
| Shut ya mout star
|
| Boy Better Know
|
| Roll Deep
|
| Eskiboy
|
| Shut |