[Wiley:]
I was on a path to the limelight,
Now I'm on another one, it's a night flight.
When they say, I'm a star, I say, “Thank you,
It's all due to the scenes that I ran through.”
So I keep flyin' the flags for all people,
No messing about, we're all equal.
Vibe alive in the club when I roll in,
I get around with the crowd when I'm roamin'.
[Chorus: Ms D — x2]
Everybody right now, can you hear me?
Through the speakers, turn me up if you hear me.
Ayaya! Ayaya! Ayaya! Ayaya!
[Wiley:]
They should know I bring vibes on a club night,
Keep the crowd hyped up brother party.
Red, she wanna say words in my earlobe,
Reminds me there's an hour of the party left.
See the fireworks, celebration, team winning the Grey Goose amazing,
Send them Jägerbombs I got a craving.
So many women, I don't wanna stop raving,
They should know I got tunes for the gyal dem,
Once the ladies are there, see the man dem reach,
They wanna leave there with a number,
Check the peng ting, she's gonna hang with me.
I'm skankin' all round the party I'm skankin'.
I got girls to the left and girls to the right,
When we're at the bar, we ain't rampin'.
[Chorus — x2]
[Skepta:]
Wiley called me on the iPhone,
He said get my passport, told me to come through,
Put your sun cream in your suitcase,
When I arrive causin' a heatwave too.
Got my snapback and my vest on,
Lookin' at the hot girl with the red dress on,
Light skin with a beautiful body like Kim,
So I had to get my Kanye West on.
She told me, she's feelin' my jewellery,
She said that she's in love with my Jesus piece.
I told her to look again closely,
It's not Jesus, baby, it's JME.
And I was like, “Babe, come over,
I don't bite, girl, come a little closer,
Come a little closer,
I don't bite, girl, come a little closer.”
[Chorus]
[JME:]
You know I don't usually party
But Skepta and Wiley said, it's a hype.
I can't find my phone or my car keys,
Like Zippy Tafari said on the mic.
The vibe is off the Richter,
And I can't even tweet a picture.
I'm on the dance floor,
The joke is I never had a drink but I'm actin' the drunkest.
She's starin' like I'm a weirdo,
Or then again, maybe she likes me.
I'm not supposed to be here, though,
Haven't got a wrist band for the VIP,
No triple A pass but I'm partyin' with the stars.
Yep, I can't complain I just enjoy while it lasts.
[Chorus — x2]