Dead End

Oh Oh

This black chick I just met at the train station

With her skinny jeans on

Had little indie pumps

You now what I'm talking it about

Y-y-you know what speech I'm?

But I got a girl

So it's dead end

Listen

I step out my yard with a new flo,

Skinny jeans on and my hats low,

Happiness fam that the new cro,

I clock Bnp ahah, no

They say I'm short but I know,

So I look to my leg and repated negro,

Like a toaster I collect dough

My lyrics are felt so no need to use biro,

My Flows tight like two thongs,

I roll with the mandem that are too strong,

I lay low like futon and everyones like: yo what's wrong?

I'm about to bus cause I've been waiting at this stop for to long,

There's a wifey draught I clock one girl but gotta crusie one,

Don't look now,

Keep walking,

Cause I got a girl at home,

Waiting for me

And if I do look now,

Will I ever, get over you?

Cause its' a dead end, it's a dead end

Woah Oooooh Ooooh

How about we get a little closer?

Cause tonight you look hot like a samosa,

You be the melody, I'll be the beat

I'll play you cause I'm the composer

This is my composition

Followed by ammunition,

New addtition, expedition, definiton

Change position

I know you like electro

I know you like electro

Oh... my girl

Don't look now, keep walking,

Cause I got a girl at home,

Waiting for me

And if I do look now,

Will I ever get over you?

Two legs entwine, as I refine on Gods design tonight,

I do a little rhyme, take a little time, so I hold you right,

You and me together just think,

I would take you for a nice drink,

I would tell you the reason why but the verse is done,

And shit, my pen just ran out of ink,

Already we at home, ready to bone

And she gone and I'm thinking to myself,

How the fuck she geting home?

I know I didn't flope like millenium dome,

And I'm taking over control like Ken Livingstone

I roll up your thighs and your ready to moan,

But listen my mums at home,

I like you a lot so please just stay,

I don't know why you wanna go away

Ayyyy!

Oooh Ooooh

I know I like you but ooooh noooo,

She can cook much better than you

She looks much bettr than you

She does it better than

Oooooh Oooooh

I know I like you but oooh nooo,

She can cook much better than you

She looks much better than you

That's why I'm thinking maaannnnn!

Don't look now,

Keep walking,

Cause I got a girl at home,

Waiting for me

And if I do look now,

Will I ever get over you?

Cause it's a dead end, it's a dead end

Woah oh oh