Playing Out

Uh
What you on about, Mum?
(And it's Window K)
(Sausage sarnie, straight out the car park, bless ya)
Mmm

Mum said, "What d'you do at the weekend?"
I said I spat random bars in random bars in mandem's yard
And brought loads of drinks on grandad's car
And O-M tank was hard but Frank got barred for blasting half

But anyway, it's sunny on a Sunday, Mum, what's crackin' off?
But it's not finishing there, I'm
Spitting it bare and sipping this beer
More time when I jump on a beat, this
Riddim is rare, you're listening clear
What you're snorting's wank, I don't
Talk to Frank, I don't listen in there

But do me a favour, pass me that empty bottle, I'm pissing in it
Clash me? That's not the right move
Better go have a look on Rightmove, right move

Yeah, I'm a tycoon
Food's passed out windows like drive throughs
And bag of herbs for tea just like Typhoos
Not me, I buy booze, dark fruits
Yeah, that's what the bar sells
You do your ting, mine's Martell
I'm sick, yeah, that's me
Been sick on the F-I-P, I'm sick
Differently, and I made different P, I'm a different G

I was on Gordon's gin
You was on an awkward talking ting, on
Your boring ting, I was ordering ching
Probably ordered four, I imagine

Play it out, out, out-out
Play it out, out, out-out
Play it out, out, out-out
Play it out, and it's just playing out
Play it out, out, out-out
Play it out, out, out-out
Play it out, out, out-out
Play it out

Alright, come on, let me start, let me go in
Window Kid, I'm the best at flowing

But I'm off my tree right now and I
Don't know which city I've got a show in

Oi, mandem, where are we going?
Yeah, get me a flyer, show me

Oh, my ting, we're going there?
Yeah, all the bouncers know me
But how do they know? You don't wanna know
You don't wanna see me slap it on toe
Yo, why are you called Window?
'Cause when I go bookies, I win dough
And I'm in this ting for the P
What kind of P? Big man P, mushy P
Petit bois, get me a car, that kind of P
On road, you better look both ways

Back then, I weren't shook those days

'Cause I would've took those papes
Ecko tracksuit, Umbro shades
I was about them days
Out in Yates's dining crates
I can get you an ounce of haze
Or take some teeth straight out of your face

But I'm not about that now
I'm out and about in town with gal
And don't get stressed if I walk in your gaffs
I'm ordering this and I'm ordering that like
I'm on the phone tryna get bare packs
Man are like, "Window, where's that? Is it UK based?"
Yeah, that's me, I'm W-I-N-fucking-D

Play it out, out, out-out
Play it out, out, out-out
Play it out, out, out-out
Play it out, and it's just playing out
Play it out, out, out-out
Play it out, out, out-out
Play it out, out, out-out
Play it out

Hey, Mum, I'm going out
I'm playing out tonight
(No, he's not, he's grounded)