Dead End - Master Shortie, Simon Diamond

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I step out my yard with a new flo

Skinny jeans on and my hats low

Happiness fam that’s the new cro

I clock Bnp argh no!

They say I’m short but I know

So I look to my leg and repeated negro

Like a toaster I collect dough

My lyrics are felt so no need to use biro!

My flows tight like two thongs

I roll with the mandem that are too strong

I lay low like futon and everyones like Yo whats wrong?

Im about to bus cause I’ve been waiting at this stop for too long

Theres a wifey draught, I clock one girl but me?

I gotta cruise on

Don’t look now, keep walking

Cause I got a girl at home

Waiting for me

And if I do look now

Will I ever get over you?

'Cause it’s a dead end

It’s a dead end

Woh oh oh

How about we get a little closer?

Cause tonight you look hot like a samosa

Your be the melody ill be the beat

I’ll play you cause I’m the composer

This is my composition

Followed by ammunition

New addition, expedition, definition

Change position

I know you like electro

I know you like electro

Two legs entwine, as I refine on Gods design tonight

I do a little rhyme, take a little time, so I hold you right

You and me together just think

I would take you for a nice drink

I would tell you the reason why but the verse is done

And shit, my pen just ran out of ink

Already we at home, ready to bone

And she gone and im thinking to myself

How the fuck she geting home?

I know i didn’t flope like millenium dome

And im taking over control like Ken Livingstone

I roll up your thighs and your ready to moan

BUt listen my mums at home

I like you alot so please just stay

I dont know why you wanna go away Ayyyy!

Oh Oh

I know I like you but Oh No

I got a wifey at home, oh

She can cook much better than you

She looks much better than you

She does it better than