Hyping - JME

Where’s my trainers man

Getting ready to go out

Friday night, time to get dressed

Puttin' on cologne, you know, Amen

You know that Issey Issey, Miyaki Miyaki, Issey thing (the sparkley one)

Everyone’s hyping about tonight

Bare phonecalls to my phone all day

Walk out my bedroom, turn up the light

It’s time for man to move to the rave

Then I switch like federal agents

Cause trigs is rinsing my fragrance

Gams and Shorty blazin' a green

And Skepta is nowhere to be seen

Blood, I swear down

It always happens when we leave out

No matter what we do, it’s no good

We’ll always be late to the shubs

On the motorway, halfway there

We have to pull over and wait for a bree

Get to the rave, walk to the door

And the shubs ain’t even on no more

All right, nobody can blame me, yeah?

When I was saying 'come let’s go, let’s go'

You were all burning CDs and that, yeah

You know, cause I’m nothing brother

I was ready from time ago

You were on a leyley

And you’re breaking down on motorway

I swear, freaking long ting

Everyone’s hyping about tonight

I might even have to turn off my phone

Bare phonecalls and text messages

Cause this girls want guest list, no

You best pay at the door

I can’t really get you in free

You all better know about Boy Better Know me

I just roll through in my Boy Better Know Tee

I just roll through air and a chick at the door

Saying 'Jme, please please me plus four' (Derkhead)

Why you calling me for?

Probably not even on a par

Plus there’s bare of us

My bredrins are my priority, truss

Maybe once everyone’s in

I might give a blight to that sorting

Everyone’s hyping about tonight

Truth says there might be a little beef

Two crews on a lineup don’t like each other

Somebody may lose their teeth

Yeah, I know it’s not good

If we all could get along — we would

Anyway, strap that, I’m saying a lot

We have to get their one on a dough

Everyone who’s got a car don’t wanna drive

Licence and insurance is live

But their arguing over things that are petty

Like the frontseat and paying for pety

By the time their arguing’s done

Look at the time, quarter past one

My phone’s copping off in my pocket

We have to pay back the deposit

What I’m saying is

I only paid 50 pound

At the deposit, yeah

Because I went to my account

I was overdrawns ain’t paying no more P’s over that

You were all tripping

And get a promoter back his money

Cause I was ready to go to the rave, yeah

You all wasteman, derkhead