Cold Turkey - Skepta

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 credits 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 credits 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 credits gonna run out, I phone you tomorrow

I love you, see you later