BRYØN - Holiday Lyrics

All this talk they chatty patties man forget them
I'm cooling with baddies
Might call up my broski mati switch to Uber
I'll write in the addy
Snappy snappy
Feeling myself man I'm way to classy
Pull up Bang woo bang
Spin this rari

Link up with the plug that Taylor
Got my feet boujee looking all greater
Then back to ends for grub no maccies
I'm talking bout world boss flavour
Again & again
Man I tour the ends On my grey carrera
What can I say

I need a holiday
I need a holiday
I need a holiday
Holiday

Grew up with my mum on benefits
And police was raiding the gaff
So I switched it up real quick cause staying
Broke really ain't part of the plan
Remember them cold nights with the 6p noodles
Now we eating calamari
Don't even start me
With my right hand
Yeah she is my Chargie
Oi oi
Oi mate
Clean up your nose
Run to the 0s
Look at the pose
Spraying the hose
Now I'm gunna skeet
I'm bringing the heat
Like the 23s all on my feet

I need a holiday
I need a holiday
I need a holiday
Holiday