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Roots Manuva - Inna lyrics
[Chorus x5] I'm inna [Verse One] There were trendy wannabes staring in my face As I stepped to the place I could taste eclair Tall head, small head, enough shape to hair Swinging out blabber with the coin to spare Me myself, I only got five quid to spend and Once I've broken this note my pockets on a bend Supping on a brew so my vibe gets stirred Feeling kind of brave as my vision is blurred Skeets in the place, they blow my mind I rehearse my approach and I bides my time Second thoughts of last one, these stress my nights So I was just content with them sights Were me and my jack-joan, alone getting down Freaking to the sound as the bass spins around I'm inna.. [Chorus x4] I'm inna [Verse Two] Clutching at the bar side, taking in the view Press luck, trying to scrounge me a next pint of brew Find a relevant spot, see I know nobody So I assume the role of some tender somebody To attract the attention of some cat with some doe Be it Jane or Flo', I'm slick-quick, got flow Looking down at my feet, 'tender' written cross my face Hoping some skee aids my case Twenty minutes pass and I gets no joy I bring storm-dinner gear 'fore my plan deployed It was a skee behind the bar, almost dark as me Needed a drink so her dream lover had to be me I said 'Honey, I love the way you work that square I know you's a ten and you got nice hair' I blew she two kisses, two tries and I misses Third time lucky, I'm hitting the target She's warming to my vibe, looking deep into my eyes I'm spewing out lies but she's none the wiser: 'I can't find my bredren with my twenty pound note I'm feeling kind of hoarse in the throat?' She steps to the brew tap, pumps me a brew I said 'Hon, I really don't expect this of you' Pushed the brew to my hand and I grips it tight Turns her back and I slips out of sight I'm inna.. [Chorus x4] [Verse Three] Back in the midst of them sweaty boogie folks A cat comes up and tries to sell me some smoke 'What you got, weed or hash?' He said 'Hash' 'I don't smoke that but I'll take a quick blast' It was a potent cocktail, this hash and brew I flips, acting like I'm not known to do Strips down to my waist, I was feeling hot Getting wild sensations from my head to my ___ In a drunken stupour, sweating on this skeet Company of us cats, they didn't want to keep In came my bartending friend and two bouncers Accusing me of theft, Lord knows I should've left But this buzz in me was like grinning up my jaw Before I knew shite I were flat 'pon the floor Inna, man.. [Chorus x8] |
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