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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 rehearse 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 bass 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 nobody
 So I assume 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 pass and I gets no joy
 I bring storm-dinner gear 'fore my plan deployed
 It was a skee behind the bar, almost dark as meRoots Manuva - Inna - http://motolyrics.com/roots-manuva/inna-lyrics.html
 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 hoarse 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 cocktail, 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 shite I were flat 'pon the floor
 Inna, man..
[Chorus x8]












