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Description
Producer: Tom Donovan
Composer: Alex Osiris
Composer: Andre Mclean
Composer: Cameron Morrell
Composer: Jonny Poole
Composer: Quinton Mitton
Composer: Tom Donovan
Lyricist: Alex Osiris
Lyricist: Andre Mclean
Lyricist: Cameron Morrell
Lyricist: Jonny Poole
Lyricist: Quinton Mitton
Lyricist: Tom Donovan
Arranger: Tom Donovan
Lyrics and translation
Original
Scotty, yeah, bitch, you're moving different these days, must've been the vaccine. Still touching in the backseat, moving.
Scotty, yeah, she's too young for you, bro, she's never even called a taxi. Actual telephone taxi.
Brr, brr, taxi, yeah. Oh, one, two, zero, six, oh, shit, we were stuck out in St. Osyth's.
No signal, no spliffs, and the bus man ghosted.
-Great. -They said, "No more niggas in the party. "
We was at Ken's house down in Ardley, when he asked me what I'm doing in the pub with Barbie. Oops.
Can't take bus man anywhere, can't take bus man serious anyway. Can't get bus round there, we're stranded.
Pack just landed, everyone clap for the pilot.
Pulled up with blacks and Cyrus, pretty in purple crep, Yeezy shades on, probably should've sacked my stylist.
Moving, -Scotty. -. . .
You ever -listen to me? -No, no, no.
I detained you for the purpose of the search.
That was my decision to- -Sweet, as enough. -And I was talking to you.
-Yeah, I- -So are you gonna talk over me?
-Get these off me, then. -Just. . .
Search the car, sweet, you've got nothing on me.
-That's fine.
-So you're gonna keep holding me like my -dick, yeah? -Yeah, yeah.
-Yeah. -'Cause of how aggressive you are.
-Aggressive? -You keep shouting.
I'm not- -Of course I'm shouting. -Yeah.
And you're saying you're not gonna let me go?
-Because it's just not finished. -What's not fucking finished?
English translation
Scotty, yeah, bitch, you're moving different these days, must've been the vaccine. Still touching in the backseat, moving.
Scotty, yeah, she's too young for you, bro, she's never even called a taxi. Actual telephone taxi.
Brr, brr, taxi, yeah. Oh, one, two, zero, six, oh, shit, we were stuck out in St. Osyth's.
No signal, no spliffs, and the bus man ghosted.
-Great. -They said, "No more niggas in the party. "
We was at Ken's house down in Ardley, when he asked me what I'm doing in the pub with Barbie. Oops.
Can't take bus man anywhere, can't take bus man serious anyway. Can't get bus round there, we're stranded.
Pack just landed, everyone clap for the pilot.
Pulled up with blacks and Cyrus, pretty in purple crep, Yeezy shades on, probably should've sacked my stylist.
Moving, -Scotty. -. . .
You ever -listen to me? -No, no, no.
I detained you for the purpose of the search.
That was my decision to- -Sweet, as enough. -And I was talking to you.
-Yeah, I- -So are you gonna talk over me?
-Get these off me, then. -Just. . .
Search the car, sweet, you've got nothing on me.
-That's fine.
-So you're gonna keep holding me like my -dick, yeah? -Yeah, yeah.
-Yeah. -'Cause of how aggressive you are.
-Aggressive? -You keep shouting.
I'm not- -Of course I'm shouting. -Yeah.
And you're saying you're not gonna let me go?
-Because it's just not finished. -What's not fucking finished?