Inna (Roots Manuva)

I'm inna 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.. I'm inna 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.. 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..