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 Lyricist: Roots Manuva
 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...
 
 (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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