Fenchurch St (feat. Joe James)

She hopped on at Grays That's a problem Her old man? Probably a problem Her big bro doing time in Chelmsford Risky, but it felt good Yeah (Let me get into suttin, uno them ones) She sat in the seat right next me When there was space, on the one of the other side But I weren't complaining 'Cause she smelt like Gucci perfume, mixed with butterflies Her voice sounds calm like summer nights Casual convos sounds like lullabies I just met her 5 minutes ago like But now I don't even want her to go like Uno like, when you just gel with suttin Like you don't wanna gas her But you know like Yh, she ain't just any girl or suttin When she speaks, the world stops spinning I swear on my life, that the train stopped moving But lemme just cool with the lover boy ting They'll assume that it's that & I'll bun a man's skin I was like "Swear down, you went Shoebury High School What the heck are you doing in Grays?" She was like "Listen, you nosey bastard, you don't know me I went school these ways" I was like "Seen, my bad darling What's a girl like you doing on this train" She was like "What do you mean a girl like me?" "Do I look like suttin? Are you tryna play games?" "Nah, you're tryna games Play P4, tryna Play 2K" She was like "I swear you're a little bit bait" "'llow all of that, I'm not even bait' "I stay in my house & I don't go raves" If I go out then I'm making papes If I go South, then I've got it in my waist If I go West, then I'm going on dark I'm at my Nan's in East Watching old Bobby Moore tape's grieving Upton Park I'm at my Dad's in Nowhere 'Cause he went Naij & left his Son with the Marj Listen, don't be daft I'm with a ting from Rochford Who likes both her parents dabble in hard Them man there are too reem like Arj Us man are too muddy like wheel & barge Soilder, but I don't salute no Serg I just went newsagent Round the corner, picked up a water & checked Raj Anything I do, yeah I gotta do large Anything I do, yeah I gotta do large