The Manor - Dalai Bread lyrics

I'm in a good little mood
Kick back while I'm playing my tunes
I'll be in my bed 'til noon
Shout out to my Saturday crew
I'm easy on a calm one
You wanna get smashed get in the lagers
'Cause Monday always comes too soon
So shout out to my Saturday crew
Horn blares
Aright, fuck me
Fucking hell what's the matter with ya?
What's the matter with ya?
What you sayin' bruv what?
Eh?
What you sayin' bruv what?
What are you gonna do jump out the car fucking over a zebra crossing?
What's wrong with you?
What the fuck's wrong with you?
You lot jumped out the car on a zebra crossing?
Car speeds off
Are you stu-?



Yo, yo sweeter than five pound fry up on a post-rave day
Eggs sunny side up brown sauce
Then I told the boss man safe, got a ten note change
Bought snout and a drink for the walk
On my way back to my yard, see my cousin in his car
Told me everything's bless with my aunt
Was gonna check Trev for a trim, but when I walked in
He said the wait was an hour and a half
Yo I get a call from Dean said he's flying past mine
And he want's a game of FIF' if I've got a bit of time
Money up first on a straight best of five
If you're gonna pick United then I'll be Bayern
Pre-lash starts any time past noon, by nine
I was lost in my own front room
I'm out by ten Mr. brandy and a blem
And I only act right if you play the right tune

I'm in a good little mood
Kick back while I'm playing my tunes
I'll be in my bed 'til noon
Shout out to my Saturday crew
I'm easy on a calm one
You wanna get smashed get in the lagers
'Cause Monday always comes too soon
So shout out to my Saturday crew


It's ten-oh-eight straight sittin' in yard geeze
Tenner in my pocket not a Richard or car key
On my bedsheet I've even laid out my khakis
'Cause I wore my one jean every day last week
Last roll up, hope a tart shows up
But I ain't expec'in' 'em 'cause everyone's in Beckenham
I'm my own reppin' em until the team blows up
And everyone knows us from Cardiff to Kennington (we're about)
Ah shit now the dogs on my clothes
But it don't matter all my bros in Napa
Bet the hoes get battered like Hatton Pacquiao
And I'm so pissed I couldn't go (fuck sake)
Little tipple downstairs shit that's my old dears
Don't dare have a sip get clipped round the ear
Get kicked in my house or kicked out my house
Then no doubt give my ex a quick shout (hello Jess)

I'm in a good little mood
Kick back while I'm playing my tunes
I'll be in my bed 'til noon
Shout out to my Saturday crew
I'm easy on a calm one
You wanna get smashed get in the lagers
'Cause Monday always comes too soon
So shout out to my Saturday crew


Head feelin' like I went the distance with Mosley
Still I find my bed at eight o'clock yer you know me
Send the Mrs. downstair for a cuppa Rosie Lee
Check my phone and I smash a little pony
I'm audacious I've never been lowkey
Limited edition Stoney and my Rollie
Holla at my [?] for the reddies that he owes me
Bossy the money in my wallets never lonely
Summer coming so I better hit gym
Got a busy day ahead of me so just a quick ting
Cash-in my accumulator yer I'm quids in
And I leaving the bookies 'tilI've had a little spin
Three bills down and it ain't even midday
So I'm lookin' at my berry tryna mash a quick change
Get a picture of some pills hope I sell a set of wheels
'Cause I never pay my bills off the free mixtapes

I'm in a good little mood
Kick back while I'm playing my tunes
I'll be in my bed 'til noon
Shout out to my Saturday crew
I'm easy on a calm one
You wanna get smashed get in the lagers
'Cause Monday always comes too soon
So shout out to my Saturday crew