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 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..







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[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..







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