Dead End - Full Mix
Oh Oh
This black chick I just met at the train station
With her skinny jeans on
Had little indie pumps
You now what I'm talking it about
Y-y-you know what speech I'm?
But I got a girl
So it's dead end
Listen
I step out my yard with a new flo,
Skinny jeans on and my hats low,
Happiness fam that the new cro,
I clock Bnp ahah, no
They say I'm short but I know,
So I look to my leg and repated negro,
Like a toaster I collect dough
My lyrics are felt so no need to use biro,
My Flows tight like two thongs,
I roll with the mandem that are too strong,
I lay low like futon and everyones like: yo what's wrong?
I'm about to bus cause I've been waiting at this stop for to long,
There's a wifey draught I clock one girl but gotta crusie one,
Don't look now,
Keep walking,
Cause I got a girl at home,
Waiting for me
And if I do look now,
Will I ever, get over you?
Cause its' a dead end, it's a dead end
Woah Oooooh Ooooh
How about we get a little closer?
Cause tonight you look hot like a samosa,
You be the melody, I'll be the beat
I'll play you cause I'm the composer
This is my composition
Followed by ammunition,
New addtition, expedition, definiton
Change position
I know you like electro
I know you like electro
Oh... my girl
Don't look now, keep walking,
Cause I got a girl at home,
Waiting for me
And if I do look now,
Will I ever get over you?
Two legs entwine, as I refine on Gods design tonight,
I do a little rhyme, take a little time, so I hold you right,
You and me together just think,
I would take you for a nice drink,
I would tell you the reason why but the verse is done,
And shit, my pen just ran out of ink,
Already we at home, ready to bone
And she gone and I'm thinking to myself,
How the fuck she geting home?
I know I didn't flope like millenium dome,
And I'm taking over control like Ken Livingstone
I roll up your thighs and your ready to moan,
But listen my mums at home,
I like you a lot so please just stay,
I don't know why you wanna go away
Ayyyy!
Oooh Ooooh
I know I like you but ooooh noooo,
She can cook much better than you
She looks much bettr than you
She does it better than
Oooooh Oooooh
I know I like you but oooh nooo,
She can cook much better than you
She looks much better than you
That's why I'm thinking maaannnnn!
Don't look now,
Keep walking,
Cause I got a girl at home,
Waiting for me
And if I do look now,
Will I ever get over you?
Cause it's a dead end, it's a dead end
Woah oh oh. (Bye n.n)
This black chick I just met at the train station
With her skinny jeans on
Had little indie pumps
You now what I'm talking it about
Y-y-you know what speech I'm?
But I got a girl
So it's dead end
Listen
I step out my yard with a new flo,
Skinny jeans on and my hats low,
Happiness fam that the new cro,
I clock Bnp ahah, no
They say I'm short but I know,
So I look to my leg and repated negro,
Like a toaster I collect dough
My lyrics are felt so no need to use biro,
My Flows tight like two thongs,
I roll with the mandem that are too strong,
I lay low like futon and everyones like: yo what's wrong?
I'm about to bus cause I've been waiting at this stop for to long,
There's a wifey draught I clock one girl but gotta crusie one,
Don't look now,
Keep walking,
Cause I got a girl at home,
Waiting for me
And if I do look now,
Will I ever, get over you?
Cause its' a dead end, it's a dead end
Woah Oooooh Ooooh
How about we get a little closer?
Cause tonight you look hot like a samosa,
You be the melody, I'll be the beat
I'll play you cause I'm the composer
This is my composition
Followed by ammunition,
New addtition, expedition, definiton
Change position
I know you like electro
I know you like electro
Oh... my girl
Don't look now, keep walking,
Cause I got a girl at home,
Waiting for me
And if I do look now,
Will I ever get over you?
Two legs entwine, as I refine on Gods design tonight,
I do a little rhyme, take a little time, so I hold you right,
You and me together just think,
I would take you for a nice drink,
I would tell you the reason why but the verse is done,
And shit, my pen just ran out of ink,
Already we at home, ready to bone
And she gone and I'm thinking to myself,
How the fuck she geting home?
I know I didn't flope like millenium dome,
And I'm taking over control like Ken Livingstone
I roll up your thighs and your ready to moan,
But listen my mums at home,
I like you a lot so please just stay,
I don't know why you wanna go away
Ayyyy!
Oooh Ooooh
I know I like you but ooooh noooo,
She can cook much better than you
She looks much bettr than you
She does it better than
Oooooh Oooooh
I know I like you but oooh nooo,
She can cook much better than you
She looks much better than you
That's why I'm thinking maaannnnn!
Don't look now,
Keep walking,
Cause I got a girl at home,
Waiting for me
And if I do look now,
Will I ever get over you?
Cause it's a dead end, it's a dead end
Woah oh oh. (Bye n.n)
Credits
Writer(s): Frederick Falke, Alain Emmanuel Queme, Timothy Mckenzie, Theo Kerlin
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