Inna Lyrics
| Song | Inna |
| Artist | Roots Manuva |
| Album | Brand New Second Hand |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Smith | |
| (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 me | |
| 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) |
| zuo ci : Smith | |
| 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 jackjoan, 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 slickquick, 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 stormdinner gear ' fore my plan deployed | |
| It was a skee behind the bar, almost dark as me | |
| 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 |
| zuò cí : Smith | |
| 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 jackjoan, 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 slickquick, 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 stormdinner gear ' fore my plan deployed | |
| It was a skee behind the bar, almost dark as me | |
| 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 |
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