Inna

[Hook] I'm inna [Verse 1] There were trendy wannabes staring in my face As I stepped to the place I could taste their glare Tall hair, small hair, nuff shapes of hair Swinging out blabber with the coin to spare Me myself, I only got five quid to spend And once I've broken this note my pockets on a bend Supping on a brew so my vibe gets stirred Feeling kind of brave as my vision is blurred Skeets in the place, they blow my mind I rehearse my approach and I picks my time Second thoughts at last would distress my night So I was just content with them sight It were me on my jack jones, lone getting down Freaking to the sound as the bass bins pound I'm inna.. [Hook] [Verse 2] Cotching at the bar side, taking in the view Press luck, trying to scrounge me a next pint of brew It's not my regular spot, see I know nobody So I assume the role of some tender somebody To attract the attention of some cat with some dough Be it Jane or Flo', I'm slick with god flow Looking down at my feet, 'tender' written cross my face Hoping that some skeet aids my case Twenty minutes pass and I gets no joy I brainstormed in a gear for my plan deployed It was a skeet behind the bar, almost dark as me Needed a drink so her dream lover had to be me I said 'Hon, I love the way you work that square I know you's a ten and you got nice hair' I blew she two kisses, two tries and I misses Third time lucky, I'm hitting the target She's warming to my vibe, looking deep into my eyes I'm spewing out lies but she's none the wiser Said 'I can't find my bredren with my twenty pound note I'm feeling kind of hoarse in the throat' She steps to the brew tap, pumps me a brew I said 'Hon, I really don't expect this of you' Pushed the brew to my hand and I grips it tight Turns her back and I slips out of sight I'm inna.. [Hook] [Verse 3] Back in the midst of them sweaty boogie folk Some cat comes up and tries to sell me some smoke I said 'What you got, weed or hash?' He said 'Hash' I said 'I don't smoke that but I'll take a quick blast' It was a potent cocktail, this hash and brew I flips, acting like I'm not known to do Strips down to my waist, I was feeling hot Getting wild sensations from my head to my... In a drunken stupor, sweating on this skeet The company of us cats, they didn't want to keep Then in came my bartender friend and two bouncers Accusing me of theft, Lord knows I should've left But this buzz in me was like grinning up my jaw Before I knew shite I were flat 'pon the floor Inna, man.. [Hook]