Fenchurch St (feat. Joe James)

She hopped on at Grays
That's a problem
Her old man?
Probably a problem
Her big bro doing time in Chelmsford
Risky, but it felt good
Yeah
(Let me get into suttin, uno them ones)

She sat in the seat right next me
When there was space, on the one of the other side
But I weren't complaining
'Cause she smelt like Gucci perfume, mixed with butterflies
Her voice sounds calm like summer nights
Casual convos sounds like lullabies
I just met her 5 minutes ago like
But now I don't even want her to go like
Uno like, when you just gel with suttin
Like you don't wanna gas her
But you know like
Yh, she ain't just any girl or suttin
When she speaks, the world stops spinning
I swear on my life, that the train stopped moving
But lemme just cool with the lover boy ting
They'll assume that it's that & I'll bun a man's skin
I was like "Swear down, you went Shoebury High School
What the heck are you doing in Grays?"
She was like "Listen, you nosey bastard, you don't know me
I went school these ways"
I was like "Seen, my bad darling
What's a girl like you doing on this train"
She was like "What do you mean a girl like me?"
"Do I look like suttin? Are you tryna play games?"
"Nah, you're tryna games
Play P4, tryna Play 2K"
She was like "I swear you're a little bit bait"
"'llow all of that, I'm not even bait'
"I stay in my house & I don't go raves"
If I go out then I'm making papes
If I go South, then I've got it in my waist
If I go West, then I'm going on dark
I'm at my Nan's in East
Watching old Bobby Moore tape's grieving Upton Park
I'm at my Dad's in Nowhere
'Cause he went Naij & left his Son with the Marj
Listen, don't be daft
I'm with a ting from Rochford
Who likes both her parents dabble in hard
Them man there are too reem like Arj
Us man are too muddy like wheel & barge
Soilder, but I don't salute no Serg
I just went newsagent
Round the corner, picked up a water & checked Raj
Anything I do, yeah I gotta do large
Anything I do, yeah I gotta do large