Doorman - slowthai, Mura Masa

How's business this morning?

Pretty good

I made 'bout twelve, thirteen quid

And that was without not having any arguments with anyone

That's pretty j– just straight

If you don't ****, gonna get your head kicked in

Shoot the messenger, string 'em up

She's a 10 plus 10, not enough

Mixed messages, wires crossed

Marry me, what you got?

Too much

Toothbrush and socks

Parents minted, Mayfair, couple dogs

We go on walks, she never talks

I pour my heart out, she laps up my blood

Blue lights, double vision

Heart races like supercars

Two drinks, the room's spinning

Zebedee, you're the ace of hearts

High society, cute kittens

Allergies, I don't like you enough

Blocked me on your private finsta

Your godmother should come play with us

Nicotine, can't quit it

Two's up, two's down

You stub it out before I finish

On my arm and I scream out, «Wow»

Nicotine, can't quit it

Two's up, two's down

You stub it out before I finish

On my arm and I scream out, «Wow»

Doorman, let me in the door

Spent all my money, you ain't gettin' no more wages

Sure, sir, sir, are you sure?

In short, I'm not a mop you can drag 'cross the floor

Inside, shell shock

She's standin' with a guy

Guys your mans stare him out, real polite

«No, please, no thanks»

«Want a drink?»

«I'm alright»

Beer goggles on, pull the wool, now I'm blind

Clear as day, I can see

You make me melt, sun, ice cream

You smooth like felt, soft to the touch

You wear repellent, smell your scent from up above

Angel getting carried out the club

For slapping Harry, Harry's just a mug

I'm stood outside waitin', where you gone?

Cubicle lines, catch a cold, Jack Frost

Nicotine, can't quit it

Two's up, two's down

You stub it out before I finish

On my arm and I scream out, «Wow»

Nicotine, can't quit it

Two's up, two's down

You stub it out before I finish

On my arm and I scream out, "Wow"

Just about any type of drug is in

But glue-sniffing ranks equal number one with cheap booze

Hello

Cyril is a glue man and his outlook on life is invariably through a plastic bag

Even on the street, he has something up his sleeve

To make work more tolerable

The only thing that no one takes is heroin, you know?

If they do, we kick 'em out

That's the thing, that's the thing that is really, really bad for you

Most, most people take

Most people take things in moderation, you know?