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There were trendy wannabes staring in my faceAs I stepped to the place I could tasteeclairTall head, small head, enough shape to hairSwinging out blabber with the coin to spareMe myself, I only got five quid to spend andOnce I've broken this note my pockets on a bendSupping on a brew so my vibe gets stirredFeeling kind of brave as my vision is blurredSkeets in the place, they blow my mindI rehearse my approach and I bides my timeSecond thoughts of last one, these stress my nightsSo I was just content with them sightsWere me and my jack-joan, alone getting downLetras de cancionesFreaking to the sound as the bass spins aroundI'm inna..[Chorus x4]I'm inna[Verse Two]Clutching at the bar side, taking in the viewPress luck, trying to scrounge me a next pint of brewFind a relevant spot, see I know nobodySo I assume the role of some tender somebodyTo attract the attention of some cat with some doeBe it Jane or Flo', I'm slick-quick, got flowLooking down at my feet, 'tender' written cross my faceHoping some skee aids my caseTwenty minutes pass and I gets no joyI bring storm-dinner gear 'fore my plan deployedIt was a skee behind the bar, almost dark as meNeeded a drink so her dream lover had to be meI said 'Honey, I love the way you work that squareI know you's a ten and you got nice hair'I blew she two kisses, two tries and I missesThird time lucky, I'm hitting the targetShe's warming to my vibe, looking deep into my eyesI'm spewing out lies but she's none the wiser:'I can't find my bredren with my twenty pound noteI'm feeling kind of hoarse in the throat?'She steps to the brew tap, pumps me a brewI said 'Hon, I really don't expect this of you'Pushed the brew to my hand and I grips it tightTurns her back and I slips out of sightI'm inna..[Chorus x4][Verse Three]Back in the midst of them sweaty boogie folksA 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 brewI flips, acting like I'm not known to doStrips down to my waist, I was feeling hotGetting wild sensations from my head to my ___In a drunken stupour, sweating on this skeetCompany of us cats, they didn't want to keepIn came my bartending friendand two bouncersAccusing me of theft, Lord knows I should've leftBut this buzz in me was like grinning up my jawBefore I knew shite I were flat 'pon the floorInna, man.. From Letras Mania