I know what's to come
Though I'm feeling happy now
The knowing I'm drunk
Of ways of knowing it always lets me down'Cause I always stay too long
Long enough for something to go wrongI'm in a brawl
'Cause I won't take your lying now
Writing's on the wall
The police are on their way right now'Cause I always stay too long
Long enough for something to go wrong
Yeah, I always stay too long
Fair ladies better sing myS-s-song
S-s-song
S-s-song
S-s-songI've got my girlfriend ringing me
Belling me up
I know I should probably answer
But I just can't be fuckedI've got my peeps then with me
And I'm having a blast
I'm feeling so fucking good right now
I want it to lastSo I put my phone on silent
And I refill my glass
The music's so fucking banging
Feel like I wanna danceI'm at the bar and I see this chick
Checking me out
From afar, yeah, she wants my dick
There ain't a doubtShe's got a skirt so short
Make you drool from the mouth
Looking my way as if to say
I'm in with a shoutSo I pull a chair over there
And buy her a drink,
She says, "Cheers" I say, "Yeah"
Our glasses go clinkNow I'm being bad in the car
Rubbing this girl
Once the cab is paid
We make our way up to the hotelNow I'm in the lift getting lips
Go nice and slow
But do I care, do I fuck
Come on a roll, yoCome on, come on
Come on, come on
Come on, come on
Come on, come on
Come on, come on
Come on, come on,Come on a roll, yoCome on, come on
Come on, come on
Come on, come on
Come on, come on
Come on, come on
Come on, come onCome on, come on
Come on, come on
Come on, come on
Come on, come on
Come on, come on
Come on, come onCome on a roll, yoCome on, come on
Come on, come on
Come on, come on
Come on, come on
Come on, come on
Come on, come onI've got my peeps then with me
At the bar doing shots
'Cause now we're so fucking plastered
We don't know when to stopI've got my girlfriend ringing me
Belling me up
I know I should probably answer
But I just can't be fuckedI've got my peeps then with me
And I'm having a blast
I'm feeling so fucking good right now
I want it to lastSo I put my phone on silent
And I refill my glass
The music's so fucking banging
Feel like I wanna danceI'm at the bar and I see this chick
Checking me out
From afar, yeah, she wants my dick
There ain't a doubtShe's got a skirt so short
Make you drool from the mouth
Looking my way as if to say
I'm in with a shoutSo I pull a chair over there
And buy her a drink,
She says, "Cheers" I say, "Yeah"
Our glasses go clinkNow I'm being bad in the car
Rubbing this girl
Once the cab is paid
We make our way up to the hotelNow I'm in the lift getting lips
Go nice and slow
But do I care, do I fuck
Come on a roll, yoCome on, come on
Come on, come on
Come on, come on
Come on, come on
Come on, come on
Come on, come onCome on a roll, yoCome on, come on
Come on, come on
Come on, come on
Come on, come on
Come on, come on
Come on, come onCome on, come on
Come on, come on
Come on, come on
Come on, come on
Come on, come on
Come on, come on, come onCome on a roll, yoCome on, come on
Come on, come on
Come on, come on
Come on, come on
Come on, come on
Come on, come on
Songwriters
ERIC APPAPOULAY, TOM WRIGHT-GOSS, RICHARD CASSELL, BENJAMIN PAUL BALANCE-DREWPublished by
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