Lalaland (ft Skepta)

She said I’m tremendously trashy, I’m in the streets
I might just pull 8 deep just to fuck the rave up (yuh)
I roll with a odd squad, we don’t like to say stuff
I be in the trenches, man you in Lalaland

How can I fall asleep with paparazzi in my garden
See a nigga on the street, and they act like they seen Bin Laden
I don’t beg your pardon
I came in with a gang and my niggas unruly
She’s on the market, touch it I’m bossy
Can’t fall in love with a groupie
Said they want me to pull up to the club

I told them to give me the loot
And I might touch the after-party, that’s if I’m still in the mood
Australian ting, and she blowing on me like a didgeridoo
My jeans ‘round my ankles
And I keep my t-shirt on like Winnie the Pooh
I’m sorry
I’m always in a rush whispered in her ear and I’m making her blush
She loves me ‘cause she can see I’m the boy, but I ain’t making a fuss
And if I ever go down, get back up stay on my toes like I’m chasing a bus
I got a big family, everybody tryna eat, I gotta get paid it’s a must

She said I’m tremendously trashy, I’m in the streets
I might just pull 8 deep just to fuck the rave up (yuh)
I roll with a odd squad, we don’t like to say stuff
I be in the trenches, man you in Lalaland

Yuh I could make a basic bitch tasteful
Listen I could change your life in like a day ho
Baddies wanna try me, my main moving like Dej Loaf (she loko)
That’s why my side ting is such an A-hole
I’m that diamond in the rough but she just digging for gold (nah)
She don’t want D. Silva, she one of them trifling ho’s
Most people so fake they got bootleg bones
Get up out my face you stupid ho

She said I’m tremendously trashy, I’m in the streets
I might just pull 8 deep just to fuck the rave up (yuh)
I roll with a odd squad, we don’t like to say stuff
I be in the trenches, man you in Lalaland