LETRAGoing Through ItSkepta

Going 'round and 'round
Sex, money, murder
Everyone, sex, money, murder
And it happens again and again
Bro, just chill out, you got what you had to
Fucking asking me how I am
Yeah, cool, fam

Man, I've been going through it
Been keeping it too real
Man, I've been going through it
I don't wanna talk about it
I don't wanna get into it

Party going stupid soon as I step into it
Ask about me, they tell you I'm one of the best to do it
And I know they don't like me but they gotta respect the music
Got suttin' in the glove compartment and I won't pet to use it
She told me her favourite song, now we just sexing to it
Got the bass bumping

Turn it up loud, neighbours ain't saying nuttin'
Everyday's my birthday, everyday manna cake cutting
New chain, dripping in water, got the place flooded
Bruce Wayne, top of the building, man I see them coming
She's got the big back, look at the jeans busting
Picked her up in a Wraith, just look at the babe blushing
Said I'll be here at 7 o' clock, well now it's 8 suttin'
Gotta get more organised, cah fam, I hate rushing