Skepta - Cold Turkey lyrics

Yo babe, open the door man I'm downstairs
Na man I'm only joking I'm at home in my bed
Whith a phone on my head
I got a cold and a blocked nose
That's why I might sound like O to the Z
I miss you a whole heap
That must be the reason I can't go sleep
Can you imagine what it's gonna
Be like when I'm touring
I would come and stay but I got
Stuff to do in the morning
Still, I wanna say I got the world at my feet
But sometimes I feel like my life is complete
All I need is my brothers, my sisters
My dad and mum
Money, music, you and a asthma pump
You need to know that I love you
And there ain't another girl that I
Would ever put above you
But you never answer your phone
And you know I don't like
Leaving messages after the tone

Wagwan, wagwan it's me you alright
I been thinking about you all night
What's good, how you been?
I keep trying to phone and
Keep getting your answer machine
I just wanna kiss you
Two minutes after I leave you I miss you
I need to hug you my credit's gonna run out
I phone you tomorrow
I love you, see you later

Yo babe, try and get a week off work
I wanna take you on holiday
You don't need to worry about the
Money cause I'm gonna pay
So let me know if that's long for you
I been sitting in my room all day
I wrote a song for you
You know exactly who the song's for
When I say apple juice
Prawn toast, cinnnamon, bagels
Couscous and red wine
And petty arguments at bed time
The funny thing is we wake up
Look at each other, laugh, kiss and make up
Then we get ready to go
Out and eat breakfast and
Have another argument when I
See you wear makeup
You need to know that I love you
And there ain't another girl that I
Would ever put above you
But you never answer your phone
And you know I don't like
Leaving messages after the tone

Wagwan, wagwan it's me you alright
I been thinking about you all night
What's good, how you been?
I keep trying to phone and
Keep getting your answer machine
I just wanna kiss you
Two minutes after I leave you I miss you
I need to hug you my credit's gonna run out
I phone you tomorrow
I love you, see you later

What's going on i hope you never forgot to
Take your micro? on
I wanna take you out for dinner later
So make sure you wear the white
Jacket with the pink lines on
Or the black dress
Cause when you wear it you
Look like an actress
But I think you look even
Better on the mattress
With the dress on the floor, no underwear
Bottle of champers
Me and you head to head, skin to skin
Body to body you know thing to thing
The way you move your hips says everything
You ain't got to talk
Not even move your lips
You need to know that I love you
And there ain't another girl that I
Would ever put above you
But you never answer your phone
And you know I don't like
Leaving messages after the tone

Wagwan, wagwan it's me you alright
I been thinking about you all night
What's good, how you been?
I keep trying to phone and
Keep getting your answer machine
I just wanna kiss you
Two minutes after I leave you I miss you
I need to hug you my credit's gonna run out
I phone you tomorrow
I love you, see you later