HEAR DAT STYL (feat. Unknown T)

(Nathaniel London)
Mm-mmph
Mm-mmph
Listen

Babe, don't beat up yourself cah you know what I'm on
Really, I wanted you, but this how a bad man make love songs
I hear, I hear, I hear that still
Babe, don't make me go buy out the whole of Louis Vuitton
Then bring you back to a built home where you belong
I-I-I-I-I-I hear that still
We tried to let go, had to tell her: Chill, baby, let's right our wrongs
Every now and then you'll pop back up in my life like
I-I-I-I hear that still
I know your friends don't like me, just like my bedrins don't like you
Ain't tryna spin back home, well, likewise

Listen
Back then, we were young, so we kept on– yeah
'Member the day when you sprayed that got2b glue in my face 'cah I was–
I'll never do that shit again
Let's not pretend we tried to stay friends till we went back to f– yeah (tch)
How could you block me on every social platform, that's how you're feelin'?
Girl, ain't it [?] that we both got pride?
'Mem-member the day when a salty yute tried pop off our door like: Uncle, drive
Word to the Lord, would've gave him a window chingin', lucky, I didn't have mine
Most likely it would've been bine
Man spun back round even though our relationship was love and hate combined

Babe, don't beat up yourself cah you know what I'm on
Really, I wanted you (you), but this how a bad man make love songs
I hear, I hear, I hear that still
Babe, don't make me go buy out the whole of Louis Vuitton
Then bring you back to a built home where you belong
I-I-I-I-I-I hear that still
We tried to let go, had to tell her: Chill, baby, let's right our wrongs
Every now and then you'll pop back up in my life like
I-I-I-I hear that still
I know your friends don't like me just like my bedrins don't like you
Ain't tryna spin back home, well, likewise

Listen
That's my [stinx?], you know what the vibe is
4 AM and I'm coming to chill
Got the Magreb hash, I'm coming to bill
We can fuck and smoke
I hear that still
Brand new ice, can you feel this?
Chill
Fill up the T to the nearest mill'
Dir-direct me to the nearest band
Tryna out-bar me's like clearin' sand
Big soft lips, let me taste it (yeah)
And my time's rare, don't waste it (yeah)
You can get a piece of the payslip (yeah)
Your body set good, better brace it (mm-mmph)
Are you, are you gonna lock this ting here? Please
Keep chopsticks in the crib, Chinese
Twin A6 and the whip's Siamese
You can bring two friends, we can make by threes

Babe, don't beat up yourself cah you know what I'm on
Really, I wanted you, but this how a bad man make love songs
I hear, I hear, I hear that still
Babe, don't make me go buy out the whole of Louis Vuitton
Then bring you back to a built home where you belong
I-I-I-I-I-I hear that still
We tried to let go, had to tell her: Chill, baby, let's right our wrongs
Every now and then you'll pop back up in my life like
I-I-I-I hear that still
I know your friends don't like me, just like my bedrins don't like you
Ain't tryna spin back home, well, likewise

Home is where the heart is
Hackney Central
You know where my heart is
This is the train to Homerton
I'm back home, baby
Fuck all the bullshit (mm-mmph)
Listen
Baby, let's drive off
Coppin' my life like (I hear, I hear, I hear)
Just how my bredrin don't like– (Nathaniel London)
I hear, I hear, I hear that still