[Intro]
(Cairo)
(Noel)
[Chorus]
I just flew to Spain
Gotta tell my shots that I'm gone for the weekend
Left my worker the line and a pack
He already knows 'bout meet and greetings
Rocking this T-shirt, what is it? Medium?
Back then she wouldn't let me hit
And still years later, I'm stuck in my feelings
And now she's pissed cah I don't wanna jeet it
I just flew to Spain
Gotta tell my shots that I'm gone for the weekend
Left my worker the line and a pack
He already knows 'bout meet and greetings
Rocking this T-shirt, what is it? Medium?
Back then she wouldn't let me hit
And still years later, I'm stuck in my feelings
And now she's pissed cah I don't wanna jeet it
[Verse 1]
Yuck, it's my first time going on a jеt ski
I got grey ones telling mе stuff
She got her lips done, I don't find that sexy
She must've thought I was easy
I can't let her hit first time that she met me
I get calls at three in the morning
Like look at the time, bitch, I ain't a jezzy
Yuck, I got water splashing on my Crocs dem
I got Jordan Ones from offspring
Back on the ends with the shotty I was toting
Yo, yo, way before all of that, I used to swing it like Von
And they talk too loose, I don't want no collars
I'm a real bad man like Biggs from Shotters
Summer time in a PLT but I plea the skirts from [?]
I'm with six in the tuggs in ocean beach
When the tables V, I pea
I got a staniel telling me stuff
And I don't even know what she means
I just went bo' house need me a food
When the menus mad, I don't know what to eat
Let's go on a boat, clear up my mind, explore the sea (Let's go)
I tell my young boy hold these waps
And pattern the block while I'm overseas
I got too much drink in me
I need to sleep, but I still feel startled
I wish all the mandem are here
But they ain't got their passports
[Chorus]
I just flew to Spain
Gotta tell my shots that I'm gone for the weekend
Left my worker the line and a pack
He already knows 'bout meet and greetings
Rocking this T-shirt, what is it? Medium?
Back then she wouldn't let me hit
And still years later, I'm stuck in my feelings
And now she's pissed cah I don't wanna jeet it
I just flew to Spain
Gotta tell my shots that I'm gone for the weekend
Left my worker the line and a pack
He already knows 'bout meet and greetings
Rocking this T-shirt, what is it? Medium?
Back then she wouldn't let me hit
And still years later, I'm stuck in my feelings
And now she's pissed cah I don't wanna jeet it
[Verse 2]
Yo, let me set it off properly
I woke up I can feel the sun on me
But I'm still burst from the Coke and Hennessy
Yuck, let me spark my spliff
I can't fly out and not bring any weed
How much time did I spark that spinner?
Then go take bae out for dinner
I'm eating well, I used to be slimmer
Said we gotta spend more time cah the last few weeks been mental
She gets way too emotional
I gotta say things that are soft and gentle
She already knows what colour I like her hands and feet
And she know that I don't really like it
She still take pictures of me when I sleep
I always got it on me
How much times am I gonna say yo?
Ah shit, ah wait, man I'm going off track, let me talk by the holiday
From young I been causing a nuisance
And mum used to say, "I'ma send him to Holloway"
Who don't hear, must feel
That's the sort of stuff my nanny says
[Chorus]
I just flew to Spain
Gotta tell my shots that I'm gone for the weekend
Left my worker the line and a pack
He already knows 'bout meet and greetings
Rocking this T-shirt, what is it? Medium?
Back then she wouldn't let me hit
Still years later, I'm stuck in my feelings
And now she's pissed cah I don't wanna jeet it
I just flew to Spain
Gotta tell my shots that I'm gone for the weekend
Left my worker the line and a pack
He already knows 'bout meet and greetings
Rocking this T-shirt, what is it? Medium?
Back then she wouldn't let me hit
Still years later, I'm stuck in my feelings
And now she's pissed cah I don't wanna jeet it
