Doorman
Slowthai, Mura Masa
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How's business this morning? Pretty good, I made 'bout twelve, thirteen quid And that was without not having any arguments with anyone That's pretty, just straight If you don't, gonna get your head kicked in Shoot the messenger, string 'em up She's a ten plus ten, not enough Mixed messages, wires crossed Marry me, what you got? Too much Toothbrush and socks Parents minted, Mayfair, couple dogs We go on walks, she never talks I pour my heart out and she laps up my blood Blue lights, double vision Heart races like super cars Two drinks, the rooms spinning Zebedee, you're the ace of hearts High society, cute kittens Allergies, I don't like you enough Blocked me on your private finsta Your godmother should come play with us Nicotine, can't quit it Two's up, two's down You stub it out before I finish On my arm and I scream out, "Wow" Nicotine, can't quit it Two's up, two's down You stub it out before I finish On my arm and I scream out, "Wow" Doorman, let me in the door Spent all my money, you ain't getting no more wages Sure Sir, Sir, are you sure? In short, I'm not a mop you can drag 'cross the floor Inside, shell shock She's standing with a guy Guys your mans stare him out Real polite, "No, please, no thanks" "Want a drink?", "I'm alright" Beer goggles on, pull the wool, now I'm blind Clear as day, I can see You make me melt - sun, ice cream You smooth like felt, soft to the touch You were repellent, smell your scent from up above Angel getting carried out the club For slapping Harry, Harry's just a mug I'm stood outside waiting, where you gone? Cubicle lines, catch a cold, Jack Frost Nicotine, can't quit it Two's up, two's down You stub it out before I finish On my arm and I scream out, "Wow" Nicotine, can't quit it Two's up, two's down You stub it out before I finish On my arm and I scream out, "Wow" Just about any type of drug is in But glue-sniffing ranks equal number one with cheap booze (hello) Cyril is a glue man And his outlook on life is invariably, through a plastic bag Even on the street he has something up his sleeve To make work more tolerable The only thing that I won't take is steroid, y'know If I do, I'll kick it out, it's the thing, that's the thing Is really, really bad for you Most, most people take, most people take things in moderation, y'know?
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Written by: Alexander George Edward Crossan, Tyron Kaymone Frampton
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