Spain

[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