Lyrics: James Robertson/Evan Williams-N'Dure
Music: James Robertson/Johnny Tomlinson/Evan Williams-N'Dure
Over we go, we go
someone grab the sick bag
Oh if you know you know
but why you gotta play snap?
that’s how she rolls, you know
She don’t really mean that
But its the same chat
She’s like
Heard you’re bipolar
My cousin too
I know the nausea
I like my booze
I had a bad day
my lunch got moved
Girl what’s your problem?
I killed a dude oh
(Bad bad bad)
So one up that
(Bad bad bad )
Who’s the real rhi rhi girl don’t
Tell what it feels like
Tell what it feels like
tell me what it feels like
(Feels like under my fro)
Sit back, gonna hold down
I dunno why I’ve come
to Hommerton on a weekend
to get mugged off by some quack
Told how i don’t really matter
Told how I don’t really count
Told how I’m just some junky
Oh the way he goes on
You got Harvey Weinsteined, take holy water
But girl the real problems the weed, take holy water
Repent my daughter
Holy Ade
Holy Ade
Baby kiss my teeth
Baby kiss my teeth
Don’t...
Tell what it feels like
Tell what it feels like
Ooo tell me what it feels like
Feels like under my fro
Tell what it feels like
Tell what it feels like
Tell me what it feels like
Feels like under my fro
Sit back, gonna hold down