It was Friday, we were heading Corsica
not the island but the club until the morning comes,
Me, Rory and Rashid in the Uber X
they've had their turn with the aux, now who is next?
I played Frank and we drove by the Thames
Another weekend on road with your friends
those two looking for some endless blondes
those channel orange girls with their make up on


fast forward and it's six and i'm slumped on the sofa
green room covered in debris but it aint over
time speeding up or its skipping or getting slower
and a girl's talking to me about God but I don't know her
Christ, what's occurring with my vision?
Like Michael Phelps, it is record breaking swimming
We dive into these nights,
not worried bout how we can drown in this life


It all blends in a mash up
I splash out as I'm getting my cash up
ripping up all the beats that is what I can't pass up
use to burn CD's like Snoops burns hash up

Gnasher, might as well be with me, I'm a menace
Pour so many drinks turned the East End to Venice
Spill my feelings to my girl in a mispelt text,
she'll think I'm just trying to get more sex

well yes, on occasion I am very one dimensional
I cause tension but no its not intentional
I write prose but it's not so professional
and the cons are its overly confessional
expressing all your thoughts can potentially go wrong
when you come home and she's like what is that song?

was the first part alluding to drugs?
You said you were staying in and your rapping about a club


I do not know where this ride is going to
1 billion words is all I have to show for you
sometimes I just want to forget everything
that's awkward cos I still call you my everything