More songs by Sammy Virji
More songs by Giggs
Description
Recording Engineer, Producer, Drumprogrammer, Composer Lyricist: Sammy Virji
Vocal Producer, Recording Engineer: Laconic
Mastering Engineer, Mixing Engineer: Kevin Grainger
Vocalist: Giggs
Composer Lyricist: Fayyaz Virji
Composer Lyricist: Nathaniel Thompson
Composer Lyricist: Daniel Goudie
Lyrics and translation
Original
Knew that one just wouldn't last, lots of broken hearts. Just kinda. . .
died out, no more spark. Everything got broken in half, think that was back in March.
Oh well, guess that's my past. Special evening, called an Uber, so she's just leaving.
Just left some dealings, but still sent over her dress in medium.
Expressing feelings, that known for, that sexual healing.
That sexy cleavage, yeah, we just met, but she's saying they cleaning.
This just something to cook, we won't give out the recipe. We might have one for the books, old school days like telepathy.
I can't be stuck in the hood, we can't get back what they took.
The heartbreak, damage, and more, with real bad man out my thoughts.
It's cringey the way they're behaving and talking, their hearts full of envy.
It's awkward, this man are like forty and odd, now my son's in his twenties.
I'm walking the dog while I'm talking to God, and I can't go against Him.
It's far from the ending, I jump in the car, then I start up the engine.
This week I fly out again, I literally live in the airport 'cause. . .
Right now I'm fasting for Lent, I landed and jumped in the Chevrolet truck.
I'm outside, I come out to spend, it's Giggsy, I'm one out of ten. These dudes pick up my leftovers, came in drunk and I left sober. Gone to
November, but it's only October. Sunny beaches, lobster mixed with okra. Yeah,
Mr. Plenty Tings, baddie from Edinburgh. Yeah, Bruce Almighty, yeah, without
Jennifer. Let's just keep up the niceness, those fruits ain't always the ripest.
I wouldn't even like your help, sometimes I don't even like myself.
He got had up 'cause he's never had a girl. She got Birkin bags, eating bagatelle.
Man might take up a nightcap, he got- now he got an eye patch.
I might pick up the nine mag faster than I would pick up an iPad.
Man like Tom, yeah, that's my for life fam, lord, even though he's a white man.
I'm more microphone than a turntable, I don't really like a live band.
We might have one for the books, one for the books.
We might have one for the books, one for the books, one for the books.
Gone to November, but it's only October.
Sunny beaches, lobster mixed with okra. Yeah, Mr. Plenty Tings, baddie from Edinburgh.
Yeah, Bruce Almighty, yeah, without Jennifer.
It's Giggsy, I'm one out of ten, one out of ten, one out of ten, one out of ten.
Saying they cleaning, saying they cleaning, saying they cleaning, saying they cleaning. . .