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roots manuva - inna lyrics

[chorus x5]
i’m inna

[verse one]
there were trendy wannabes staring in my face
as i stepped to the place i could taste eclair
tall head, small head, enough shape to hair
swinging out blabber with the coin to spare
me myself, i only got five quid to spend and
once i’ve broken this note my pockets on a bend
supping on a brew so my vibe gets stirred
feeling kind of brave as my vision is blurred
skeets in the place, they blow my mind
i rehe-rs- my approach and i bides my time
second thoughts of last one, these stress my nights
so i was just content with them sights
were me and my jack-joan, alone getting down
freaking to the sound as the b-ss spins around
i’m inna.

[chorus x4]
i’m inna

[verse two]
clutching at the bar side, taking in the view
press luck, trying to scrounge me a next pint of brew
find a relevant spot, see i know n-body
so i -ssume the role of some tender somebody
to attract the attention of some cat with some doe
be it jane or flo’, i’m slick-quick, got flow
looking down at my feet, ‘tender’ written cross my face
hoping some skee aids my case
twenty minutes p-ss and i gets no joy
i bring storm-dinner gear ‘fore my plan deployed
it was a skee behind the bar, almost dark as me
needed a drink so her dream lover had to be me
i said ‘honey, i love the way you work that square
i know you’s a ten and you got nice hair’
i blew she two kisses, two tries and i misses
third time lucky, i’m hitting the target
she’s warming to my vibe, looking deep into my eyes
i’m spewing out lies but she’s none the wiser:
‘i can’t find my bredren with my twenty pound note
i’m feeling kind of ho-rs- in the throat?’
she steps to the brew tap, pumps me a brew
i said ‘hon, i really don’t expect this of you’
pushed the brew to my hand and i grips it tight
turns her back and i slips out of sight
i’m inna.

[chorus x4]

[verse three]
back in the midst of them sweaty boogie folks
a cat comes up and tries to sell me some smoke
‘what you got, weed or hash?’ he said ‘hash’
‘i don’t smoke that but i’ll take a quick blast’
it was a potent c-cktail, this hash and brew
i flips, acting like i’m not known to do
strips down to my waist, i was feeling hot
getting wild sensations from my head to my ___
in a drunken stupour, sweating on this skeet
company of us cats, they didn’t want to keep
in came my bartending friend and two bouncers
accusing me of theft, lord knows i should’ve left
but this buzz in me was like grinning up my jaw
before i knew sh-te i were flat ‘pon the floor
inna, man.

[chorus x8]

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