[Intro: Wizzy Wow]
I'm looking Wretchro, she's looking Wretchro
She's tryna front like she's reading the Metro
I pull a stunt like "beautiful, let's go"
And switch it up like I'm needing the next flow
I know a place we can chill playing R&B
She's in my face like I'm feeling electro
I show her face, hold still like it's hard to believe
She bargains with me like I'll deal with the petrol
We just be cool
I said we just be cool
See I don't know about you, but I know 32
And we just be cool
I said we just be cool
I said we just be cool
See I don't know about you, but I know 32
And we just be cool
And we just, I don't know about
I don't know about, no
Yo, Tinie Tempah are you gonna be cool?
I'm like Mr Wizzy Wow, yeah, I'm gonna be cool
[Verse 1: Tinie Tempah]
Okay, I'm sicker than flu, sicker than cancer
See I came up from the underground where the ants are
Where the trains and the buskers and the tramps are
Concrete surroundings keep me grounded like an anchor
Show me where your hands are, show me, show me, show me
Like a goalie, got me boasting while I'm posing for the cameras
Glamorous, champers, girl I'm feeling amorous
Space boy fly shit, sicker than you average
I'm looking Wretchro, she's looking Wretchro
She's tryna front like she's reading the Metro
I pull a stunt like "beautiful, let's go"
And switch it up like I'm needing the next flow
I know a place we can chill playing R&B
She's in my face like I'm feeling electro
I show her face, hold still like it's hard to believe
She bargains with me like I'll deal with the petrol
We just be cool
I said we just be cool
See I don't know about you, but I know 32
And we just be cool
I said we just be cool
I said we just be cool
See I don't know about you, but I know 32
And we just be cool
And we just, I don't know about
I don't know about, no
Yo, Tinie Tempah are you gonna be cool?
I'm like Mr Wizzy Wow, yeah, I'm gonna be cool
[Verse 1: Tinie Tempah]
Okay, I'm sicker than flu, sicker than cancer
See I came up from the underground where the ants are
Where the trains and the buskers and the tramps are
Concrete surroundings keep me grounded like an anchor
Show me where your hands are, show me, show me, show me
Like a goalie, got me boasting while I'm posing for the cameras
Glamorous, champers, girl I'm feeling amorous
Space boy fly shit, sicker than you average
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