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the manor – we’re out lyrics

[intro: micky flanagan]
can’t actually remember the last time we ended up out-out
you know what i mean by this, don’t you?
the fact that in the uk we drink so much, we have different levels of being out, different types
i’ll talk you through ’em
you pop out just to go to the shops, you gotta get a couple of bits and you bump into a friend who says “shall we have a quick drink” and you go “yeah only a quick one though, ‘cos i’m very busy”
3 hours later… you’re still in the pub

[verse 1: danny graft, jonny dutch & scotty stacks]
graft and we catch ’em and then we spark like hatton
then we take a tart past p-ssion
smart f-ck i laugh at ’em
i still be smarter in a trackie and some loafers half battered
battered like your haddock, it don’t matter if i’ve had it
i still have it like a rabbit, with a carrot in your attic
p-rnographic but my logo’s a no-go
girls up and down but they bounce when the pole go
true camden out with the mandem
plus one tramp four girls and a random
phone speakers bangin’ out anthems
while we all fl!ck through the evening standard
call it what you will, call it what you won’t
london town we’re the great young hope
do a couple pills have a little smoke
ten years time we’ll have a house and a boat
and b-tches tell me i’m as arrogant as ibra
born with a f-cking set of scales like a libra
that’s why i’m carrying more lines than a zebra
jizzy for a bobby ‘cos i get my dizzle cheaper
these man are rappin’ bout imaginary trappin’
when apparently you even seen a set of tanitas
f-ck shisha smoke that khalifa
diamonds in my rolie that would give a man a seizure

[chorus: danny graft]
any time you please ‘er out on a knees-up
loud with the geezers, girls wanna see ya’
we’re out
just had a row with my boss
we’re out
last two snout in the box
any time you please ‘er out on a knees-up
loud with the geezers, girls wanna see ya’
we’re out
kicked out by my old dear
we’re out
ain’t had a night in this year

i’ve got a ford escort sitting on my mum’s lawn
the f-cking manor
i’ve got a pocket full of dust and i’m running for the bus
the f-cking manor
i just won the bingo took my girl meso
‘cos if you ain’t countin’ come and start downin’
run up in your nan’s livin’ room and start snoutin’

[verse 2: scotty stacks, jonny dutch & danny graft]
and tell the compet-tion they’ll never get rid of man
i’m cutting out the middleman, like man like stiliyan
dizzle man i get it in for the manor man
and i been barring since jon was slim
and is he really getting money does he have funds
man will have a man’s mum wiggling her flat bum
never heard about the manor brother that’s dumb
big fat c-nt, little ginger and the flash one
flash, flash, stunt, stunt that ain’t me
but i’ll smash up c-nt if he acts jt
not a cole on my team no snakes to be seen
few fat franks with a packet and a dream
lifestyle’s murder right on the verge o’
something catastrophic but i’m on a little earner
you live for the week and i’m out every evening
chancin’ my luck for a tart and a burger
f the riches check the b-tches i -ssemble
she got a mr but he missed her with my wendal
i’m bringing sk!ll into these chilling women browsers
cooler than your bird’s [?] in linen trousers
i got peter’s pipe getting pickled with a pepper
no skinny trendsetter i’m with vinny vendetta
getting girls like james and they feel me ask guetta
so tell me, are you really living better?

[verse 3: jonny dutch, scotty stacks & danny graft]
penge mcd’s, suttin’ past three
two pound left from a rave mid week
with a girl that i met on a night bus three
don’t advise anybody to live like we
youse lot come ‘ard no technique
it’s like tryna play ball with a blind roy keane
so i said to my self dan, scott and ky
it’s a shin pad ting when we jump in the scene
like becks with the dead ball i’m known to deliver
dem man seen me making money since danny was a wigga
not clear though manager was g-ssing in my ear hole
so i went and sh-gged the gaffers daughter like agüero
now my wrist game drop below zero
give me couple stellas if you want i’ll make your beer cold
dictate the game like pirlo
brother when i’m finished i’ll get buried with my riches like a pharoah
me i bring it back like moloko
go and let the gang take an instagram i’m looking like an hobo
looking like a jew redneck you can bet
i get booze on my spread bet then snooze on your headrest
yes it’s graft i go hard
[?] at the bar more than jons at his yard
so if you see me bobbing, jaw throbbing, with my card
you can bet i just met my good friend called charlie

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