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[Verse 1]
Get in the car, I’ll drive
We got no place to be on time
So let’s just enjoy the ride
We can go wherever the road decides for
We can head for the shore
Or some place we’ve never been before
Just climb in and close the door
We’ve got nothing to answer for

[Chorus]
‘Cause you, you belong with me
And I belong with you
You belong with me
And I belong with you
I belong with, I belong with you

[Verse 2]
Reach out and take my hand
We got the radio pumping jams
We don’t got no map and we don’t got plans
We don’t gotta follow anyone’s demands
Feel the wind blowing in your hair
The sun on your face and a song in the air
We can go as fast as we ever dare
Until we see tomorrow in the rearview mirror

[Chorus]
‘Cause you, you belong with me
And I belong with you
You belong with me
And I belong with you
I belong with, I belong with you
You, you
You, you
With you, you
I belong with, I belong with you

[Verse 1]
Get in the car, I’ll drive
We got no place to be on time
So let’s just enjoy the ride
We can go wherever the road decides

[Chorus]
‘Cause you, you belong with me
And I belong with you
You belong with me
And I belong with you
You belong with me
And yeah, I belong with you

[Bridge]
Where you go, I’ll go
‘Cause I belong with you
Where you go, I’ll go
‘Cause I belong with you

[Chorus]
I belong with, I belong with you
You, you
You, you
With you, you
I belong with, I belong with you

[Verse 1]
Turn me on turn me off then you turn me back on by the weekend
And you won’t say the words that i want but you flirt when you’re drinkin’
I see those bubbles pop up like you’re texting then they disappear
Lets cut through the shit then let’s get to what we’re doing here

[Chorus]
Are we just a backseat, tryna get it while we can
Are we names in a tattoo, or just a number on a hand
Are we last call kissing or will we be reminiscing with each other for the next forty years
Are we written in the stars, baby, or are we written in the sand

[Verse 2]
Yeah, I want you to want me to take you back home to my mama
Put my name on your lips call me yours and forget all this drama
Your makeup is next to my toothbrush but you never put it away on the shelf
I’m asking you baby ’cause i’m tired of asking myself

[Chorus]
Are we just a backseat, tryna get it while we can
Are we names in a tattoo, or just a number on a hand
Are we last call kissing, are we dancing in the kitchen, baby tell me what it is or what it isn’t
Are we written in the stars, baby, or are we written in the sand

[Outro]
Are we just a backseat, tryna get it while we can
Are we names in a tattoo, or just a number I should wash right off my hand
Are we last call kissing or will we be reminiscing with each other for the next forty years
Are we written in the stars baby, or are we written in the sand
Are we written in the stars baby, or are we written in the sand

[Verse 1]
I’m here dancing on the edge of the night
I’m sleepwalking with a hand full of blue dice
One Hail Mary for the hole in my heart
I’m outside waiting for your love on the boulevard

[Pre-Chorus]
You’re a heavenly creature
With a real dark agenda
You can turn a believer
To a damn dirty sinner
Am I having a seizure?
Cause I’m shaking up with fear
But I know, yeah, I know that…

[Chorus]
You’re no casanova
Got to let you go
Hit me on my blind side
Left me on the floor
Now I can see the bright light
Body getting cold
There’s something ’bout your touch that
I can’t leave alone

[Post-Chorus]
Casanova fucked me over
Left me dying for your love
Casanova, casanova
Now you’re all I’m thinking of
Casanova fucked me over
Left me dying for your love
Casanova, casanova
Now you’re all I’m thinking of

[Verse 2]
I’m here lying on the bed of your tongue
My heart listens to the sound of your war drum
Steady tiptoeing to your neck of the woods
I feel danger on your lips but it tastes good

[Pre-Chorus]
You’re a heavenly creature
With a real dark agenda
You can turn a believer
To a damn dirty sinner
Am I having a seizure?
Cause I’m shaking up with fear
But I know, yeah, I know that…

[Chorus]
You’re no casanova
Got to let you go
Hit me on my blind side
Left me on the floor
Now I can see the bright light
Body getting cold
There’s something ’bout your touch that
I can’t leave alone

[Post-Chorus]
Casanova fucked me over
Left me dying for your love
Casanova, casanova
Now you’re all I’m thinking of
Casanova fucked me over
Left me dying for your love
Casanova, casanova
Now you’re all I’m thinking of

[Bridge]
No one’s walking the line like you
Blowing smoke in my eyes like you
I got nothing to hide, if I kiss you, might die
No one’s giving me life like you

[Chorus]
You’re no casanova
Got to let you go
Hit me on my blind side
Left me on the floor
Now I can see the bright light
Body getting cold
There’s something ’bout your touch that
I can’t leave alone

[Post-Chorus – Extended]
(You’re no casanova)
Casanova fucked me over
Left me dying for your love
Casanova, casanova
Now you’re all I’m thinking of
(You’re no casanova)
Casanova fucked me over
Left me dying for your love
Casanova, casanova
Now you’re all I’m thinking of
(You’re no casanova)
Casanova fucked me over
Left me dying for your love
Casanova, casanova (casanova, ooh)
Now you’re all I’m thinking of
(You’re no casanova)
Casanova fucked me over
Left me dying for your love
Casanova, casanova
Now you’re all I’m thinking of

[Outro]
Casanova fucked me over
Now you’re all I’m thinking of

[Intro: Big Shaq]
Yo
Big Shaq (the one and only)
I told them check the statistacs
Man’s not hot
Skrrat, skidi-kat-kat
Boom

[Verse 1: Big Shaq]
Two plus two is four
Minus one that’s three, quick maths
Everyday man’s on the block
Smoke trees
See your girl in the park
That girl is a uckers
When the ting went quack-quack-quack
You man were ducking (remix ting)

[Verse 2: Lethal Bizzle]
Five plus five is ten
Add a quick M, that’s my net worth
Every day I drink Shocker
Get burse
See your girl in my Rolls
Snapchat, doing thot pose
Two twos, now she in the back
No clothes
Hold tight Muttley (my brudda)
He’s got the flavors
Hold tight Damon (my G)
He’s got the shavers
You might see me creep through the ends (creeping)
No Benz (nah)
Hit Western Fried (quick)
Go check couple friends
My ting goes papow
Pow-pow-pow-pow-pow
Chk-a-chk
Papow, pow-pow-pow
Chk-a-chk
Quasiah, pow-pow-pow-pow-pow
Pow-pow
Leave it

[Chorus: Big Shaq]
I tell her man’s not hot (never hot)
I tell her man’s not hot (never hot)
The girl told me, “Take off your jacket”
I said, “Babes, man’s not hot” (never hot)

[Verse 3: Chip]
Chippy, ayy
Hopped out the four door with the .44
Stop lying, you ain’t got no mash
Better fix them fiction raps
Man tell lies, facts (trust me)
Man get silly on mic (wah’gwan)
So man get drilly on guys (brrrt)
I don’t care about a million views
You’ll get blasted a million times (boom)
Man buss mic and break rules (rules)
I got wordplay gems and jewels (jewels)
In the club in my jacket and all this ice
Like man’s not hot, man’s cool (flex)
League of my own
Don’t care about titles, don’t mind rivals, I (baow)
Bring a storm like Michael
Bad like Michael, dapper like Michael
In Hollywood doing ten toes (out ‘ere)
Dressed like a London bloke (sauce)
Out here, you can’t find no wife (nah)
It’s just thots and skets and hoes (mad ting)
And the Cali’s just hitting my dome (dome)
I’m too high man, I gotta go home (go yard)
Gang book flights and go
Man already know how this ting goes (yeah)

[Refrain: Big Shaq]
The ting goes skrrrahh (ah)
Pap, pap, ka-ka-ka (ka)
Skidiki-pap-pap (pap)
And a pu-pu-pudrrrr-boom (boom)

[Verse 3: Krept]
Me plus your girl in a bed
Equals sperm in her egg, quick science
She swallowed that too
Quick diets (mad ting)
You ain’t fully on arms
You ain’t fully on wars
Oi Shaq, heard your ting went quack
My ting went woof-woof-woof and hit one of your dargs (Asnee)
Less jokes, more bars in
Dem man ain’t on warrin’
Man jump out, no warnin’
Man ah start mmmin’ and arghin’
Kojo Funds, dun talkin’
Skidiki pop-pop, man’s sparring
They went Dagenham
Only time man’s been on barking
Krept’s so wrong, if I was on Love Island
Woulda tried beat Jess, no ‘dom
I don’t wanna dead no beef
I don’t want to sort it out (hold tight Dave)
The ting goes skrrrahh
Mind how you talk in south (brilliant)
Hold tight Femz (free up)
He was on mayhem
Like 15, on a 410 bus
With a skeng doe, tryna do AMs (mad, mad, mad)

[Verse 4: Konan]
Your girl don’t wanna let me go
Must be the Versace
Now she getting D in a car
Listening to Cardi
My young boy got it in a party
3-6-5 no days off
If I aim it that way
I’ll bet your boys all take off (that way)
All I see is clowns and neeks
Leave a boy counting shee
Mum told me count to 10
Before I put a boy down in street
I hear them talkin’ bout war
Make sure you’re sure
I call my young boy Jay-Z
What you think he’s got the .44 for?
Girls say, “look at his watch”
Girls say, “look at his watch” (look at it)
All this ice on my top
Man could never be hot (never)
I told him gimme all three
Like I get it all free (gimme that)
My weed man from Ghana (chale)
All he do is talk tree

[Chorus: Big Shaq]
I tell her man’s not hot (never hot)
I tell her man’s not hot (never hot)
The girl told me, “Take off your jacket”
I said, “Babes, man’s not hot” (never hot)

[Verse 5: Jme]
Serious, yeah, you know the line
Man thought I can only flow to grime
Speed equals distance over time
When man said “quick maths”, that came to mind
Man like me get flashed and pay the fine
Pay that, card or cash, it ain’t declined
If they told you that I weren’t hot
Trust me, fam, that’s a lie
Fuck that, man’s hot
0-60 in the whip man’s got
Burning rubber like mum’s Dutch pot
Smells like Michelin or Dunlop
Dem man are listening, but I’m not
Don’t want to hear about some cunch spot
With Skutnu or Oosna, man run shop
Used to roll with man with a one pop
Now I spit bars and sound like gunshots
I tell a man “get back”
Or I’ll slap that black flat cap
Don’t give me backchat
Chatting poop, look, come out the room
Slap
Left hook, you’re shook, now boom
Poom-poom
You don’ know

[Chorus: Big Shaq]
I tell her man’s not hot, I tell her man’s not hot
The girl told me, “Take off your jacket”
I said, “Babes, man’s not hot” (never hot)
I tell her man’s not hot (never hot)
I tell her man’s not hot (never hot)
The girl told me, “Take off your jacket”
I said, “Babes, man’s not hot” (never hot)

[Refrain: Big Shaq]
The ting goes skrrrahh (ah)
Pap, pap, ka-ka-ka (ka)
Skidiki-pap-pap (pap)
And a pu-pu-pudrrrr-boom (boom)
Skya (ah), du-du-ku-ku-dun-dun (dun)
Poom, poom, you don’ know

[Outro: Big Shaq]
Big Shaq
Man’s not hot
I tell her man’s not hot (never hot)
40 degrees and man’s not hot (come on)
Yo, in the sauna
Man’s not hot (never hot)
Yeah, skidika-pap-pap

Hook
Call it rap call it pop boy
Call it what you want boy, we call you a opp boy
Gotta big gun? who you shot boy
Call it rap call it pop boy
Call it what you want boy, we call you a opp boy
Imma real life gothboi

{verse 1}
Why the fuck you lying in the streets?
Why the fuck you lying to me
Why the fuck you lying to her
You couldn’t even buy her the purse
Everybody wanna flex on each other
I just wanna some money for my mother
This ain’t a competition
Please listen, hold up listen to me
I was really in the kitchen, but i sing about bitches
Cause i really know killas they are not like you at all
I can tell it, i can smell it
I can see it in your eyes boy yeah
Thats why i got respect cause i ain’t a fucking lie boy

{hook}
Call it rap call it pop boy
Call it what you want boy, we call you a opp boy
Gotta big gun? who you shot boy
Call it rap call it pop boy
Call it what you want boy, we call you a opp boy
Imma real life gothboi

{outro}
You ain’t on the block boy
Yeah you got a Glock boy, you hot boy
That ain’t smart boy get your ass locked boy
And for what?
(you digging your own grave)
(you digging your own grave)