Fenchurch St (feat. Joe James)

Fenchurch St (feat. Joe James) - KwolleM Lyrics

She hopped on at Grey’s
That’s a problem
Her old man? Probably a problem
Her big bro doing time at Chelmsford
Risky, but it felt good

She, sat on the seat right next to me
When there was space on the one on the other side
But I weren’t complaining ‘cause she smelled like Gucci perfume mixed with butterflies
Her voice sound calm like summer nights
Casual convo sounds like lullabies

I just met her five minutes ago like
Now I don’t even want her to go like
You know like, when you just gel with suttin’
And you don’t wanna gass her
But you know like
Yeah, she ain’t just any girl or suttin’

And when she speaks the world stops spunning
I swear on my life that the train stopped moving
But lemme just cool with the lover boy ting
They’ll assume that (it’s like on another mans skin?)

I was like
“Swear down you went Shrewsbury high school? What the heck are you doing in Greys ?”
She was like
“Listen you nosy bastard, you don’t know me I went to all these waves”
I was like
“See, my bad darling. What’s a girl like you doing on this train?”
She was like
“What do you mean a girl like me? That would look like something. Are you tryna play games?”

Nah, you’re tryna play games
Play P-4, tryna play 2K
She was like “I swear you’re a little bit bait?”
Lowe all of that I’m not even bait
I stay in my house and I don’t go rave
If I go out then I’m making papes
If I go south then I got it on my waist
If I go west then I’m going on dark
I’m at my nans in east watching Old Bobby Moore tapes (?) in Upton Park
I’m at my dads in nowhere ‘cause he went (nines and left his son with the marj?)
Li-listen
Don’t be daft
I’m with a ting from Watford who looks like both her parents dabble in hard
Dem man there too (reem?) like Arj
Us man (?)
Soldier but I don’t swoop no sarge
I just went newsagent, turned a corner, picked up a water
Pay that shit large

Anything I do, yeah, I gotta do large
Anything I do, yeah, I gotta do large