Drinking in the West End

Everybody on trend Me? Oversized T with Mochinos on And my Stan Smiths white like a Colgate grin Jeans on my waist, I'm too grown up Can't wear that low like the yute mandem Tonight we're going out the ends That's all you wanna do when you're in the ends But tonight it's on Hermet Road barber shop 0.5 and a little blend, sun raise No shades, nothing comes between me and my city Smithy, you on it? Went east, Forest Gate, fish inna porridge Then hit Bond Street, quick bit of shopping Shutdown for BET'o's, still I might mosh it Might do mojitos or I Courvois it London girls with your sunbeam on 'em Windows down, let the sea breathe on me Down the Embankment, skyline sick Exit the manor through the limehouse ling How it feels good to be in the ends But tonight, we're drinking in the west end Live for the weekend Then it's Monday blues But tonight got a rouge [?] And shoes to paint the town red Jägerbombs, I've had 10 Turnt up, came down Woke up, same shit all over again We d-d-d-doing it again! Yeah, table again Pants pulled down and the minimum spent Sparklers and pretentiousness Must be gold cause these girls keep digging Love the life but I've got my limits Welcome to the big smoke Where we pop bottles and we don't vote Alcohol in my system Now the courage is all liquid Bright lights and slurred speeches High heels and rich kids Edgware Road, lamb shawarma Then taxi back to that realness Last night, we got so high We were dancing round on that ceiling This morning, PG Tips Nurofen and some biscuits Might kiss and make up Flick through pics and re-live it Tonight, we're drinking in the west end IPhone tells its own story And that last freeze frame action scene won't even cover me in glory When I jumped on that waitress' back And we were getting quite rowdy And I probably insulted the whole cast of TOWIE Shut up More drinks and less stress More skin and less dress Fake tan and mandy Selfies and Rolexes Cut eye from that guy Like oh, look, I bench press Well done mate, you look hard in that tight red vest Group shots and we look so happy together Paper and scissors and stones, see who next hit Someone was bound to get thrown out the exit One goes, we all go, unless it's EZ's set Classic nights when best friends loose all inhibitions And a story to tell when you drink in the west end Tonight, we're drinking in the west end Tonight, we're drinking in the west end We're drinking in the west end