Nahhh, I don't know about all that
(Relationships part 1)
Yo, yo, yo
[Verse 1]
It's that, boy from London
Chicks I can't love 'em
They're tryna hold Bashy down, make me a husband nar
I ain't hubby material, I'm way too selfish I won't wake to even make them b*tches cereal
No, I'm slicker than oil
You might catch me with your baby mudda, in Park Royal
Your wifey ain't loyal but beef me over ya sl*t and you'll be under the soil
I treat certain chicks as wanks, I know nothing I just use 'em get rid of my boner
Maybe I might change when I'm older but for now I can't give her my heart.. I'm not an organ doner
So I keep boning 'em, Bagel and the Odeon
Their crib or my whip's the most I get involved with 'em look
They don't get to meet Mummy, they don't get to meet Daddy and definitely don't get to meet Granny
(I refuse to love)
I don't care how good the pus*y is, I'll never get pus*y whipped
(I refuse to love)
Hmmm cause I don't care how bum they are or, how chung they are
(I refuse to love)
I just don't care, I tell them b*tches whatever they wanna hear
(I refuse to love)
Well cause apparently, death is a temple every state of insanity