[Intro]
(ZEL, this shit crazy)
[Chorus: Nemzzz & Headie One]
One minute you hate, then love me
Get so upset, movin' bipolar
I swear down bro on go but might kick back, movin' bipolar
Came here to sit on the edge of the bed, I know you wanna come closer
Why's my man talking again? We've been here over and over
(Br-br—) Bro went and caught him a case, I told him have faith, Paloma
This two hundred, should I call A Jewellers or the mortgage broker?
I love my life, I can't get put in the air, I got aerophobia
My young boy move bipolar, see him outside with thе dots like Omar
[Verse 1: Headie One]
Yo bro, how old are thesе flashing lights?
Just gonna turn to the usual war when I was in jail with a bowl of rice
Thameside doin' up omo tuo
The gang on stage, the mandem live
Feds on me tryna do the most
They think I'm playin' with the keys, I feel like Usher at the Superbowl
I been puttin' them days in
Before I stepped in the ring had to learn them ropes, ended up with a Z of caucasian
In the petrol station cubicle, bitter brown line like Bakerloo (Suh, suh, s-s-s-suh)
And you know of course One had the 4s like April Fool's
Bring Nemzzz to the ends
Four-door whiz on the Thames
How little bro just come home from a five wan' risk it again?
I don't need to be friends
I don't even wanna be mutuals, you gon' sit on the fence and end up X'd
Do you like a Roman numeral
Yo, still gotta get this bread, I ain't tryna have an awkward funeral
An opp got sent to the sky like Jnr Choi, he's talkin' to the moon
I got the gang wearin' more stripes than the Toon (Yeah)
Bro got nicked for a boot, but it's cool 'cause he's fresh home soon
(ZEL, this shit crazy)
[Chorus: Nemzzz & Headie One]
One minute you hate, then love me
Get so upset, movin' bipolar
I swear down bro on go but might kick back, movin' bipolar
Came here to sit on the edge of the bed, I know you wanna come closer
Why's my man talking again? We've been here over and over
(Br-br—) Bro went and caught him a case, I told him have faith, Paloma
This two hundred, should I call A Jewellers or the mortgage broker?
I love my life, I can't get put in the air, I got aerophobia
My young boy move bipolar, see him outside with thе dots like Omar
[Verse 1: Headie One]
Yo bro, how old are thesе flashing lights?
Just gonna turn to the usual war when I was in jail with a bowl of rice
Thameside doin' up omo tuo
The gang on stage, the mandem live
Feds on me tryna do the most
They think I'm playin' with the keys, I feel like Usher at the Superbowl
I been puttin' them days in
Before I stepped in the ring had to learn them ropes, ended up with a Z of caucasian
In the petrol station cubicle, bitter brown line like Bakerloo (Suh, suh, s-s-s-suh)
And you know of course One had the 4s like April Fool's
Bring Nemzzz to the ends
Four-door whiz on the Thames
How little bro just come home from a five wan' risk it again?
I don't need to be friends
I don't even wanna be mutuals, you gon' sit on the fence and end up X'd
Do you like a Roman numeral
Yo, still gotta get this bread, I ain't tryna have an awkward funeral
An opp got sent to the sky like Jnr Choi, he's talkin' to the moon
I got the gang wearin' more stripes than the Toon (Yeah)
Bro got nicked for a boot, but it's cool 'cause he's fresh home soon
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