Fraser T Smith - T-Shirt Weather in the Manor lyrics

[Verse 1] 69 Manor Road, Sunday morning Dorothy be up but Jennifer be yawning Rachel a get her hair braided, I spoil it One side be looking like Don King, don't it? Ribs in the oven, catch a whiff Heartless Crew on Mission, catch a crisp biscuit, whoa Ice cream van, yeah, chase it down Screwball, 99 Flake et al Newham Leisure Centre where the girls at Hair gelled down to her face where the curls at Money on the table, Frustration, get mummy's purse out Forward some summers, I'm racing the latest Merc out, it worked out 'Cept Everton's not top, but we don't talk about it Lee and Karys don't speak, and things ain't cool with Avril But amongst all the bullsh**, it's love though You've gotta love London in the sun, bro, ya dun know [Hook] That's what we call T-shirt weather in the manor, my friend There's nuttin' like T-shirt weather in the manor, my friend The Gs come out when the sun goes in There something 'bout T-shirt weather in the manor, my friend [Verse 2] Barbecue all day, you're in the garden Breezer and Alizé, get the party starting Gyaldem be loving my TNs, jheeze Back it up and whine pon mi den, peak DJ got the Tina Moore and MJ Cole The olders asking for some Dennis Brown but then you got That one elder that wants to be young Dancing on the floor to hype funk The mood switches when the sun goes in And birthday boy's mum goes in Rudeboys pull up in the Bimmer, yes What's that smell? That ain't cigarette Neighbours'll complain to get the party locked off Just to rain on our parade, but then a younger sprays CS gas, everybody run, bro You've gotta love the city in the sun, bro, ya dun know [Hook] That's what we call T-shirt weather in the manor, my friend There's nuttin' like T-shirt weather in the manor, my friend The Gs come out when the sun goes in There something 'bout T-shirt weather in the manor, my friend [Verse 3] And it could all change in a minute, I've seen innocent summers turn sinister Tempers flare up, violence is imminent Specially posed, fit but you know the Streets video Here we go, it was all good just a week ago Seems like yesterday we was one people Ten man onstage back to back, bare reloads Ayia Napa weather, quarter lengths They say the globe's warm and it's getting hot in the ends That's when you swap the tees for the vests, but I'm talking kevlar Cause things just ain't cool anymore And bricks might ruin your door, trust dem youts anymore Never Super Soaker 2000s don't shoot anymore My deal got signed so the spirits all up We shot the album front cover up by the shops We just wanna rep the manor right, give it props But some bredders run up on man, rah, the beef was on So same night, shots fired, it weren't even man that did it Buss a man but ride for man and take it where I didn't envisage Now I've got big time crooks calling the house like "what is it?" If we need to put in work, say the word and it's finished Man just wanna make an album, mind my business All this gangster sh**, who wants to sleep with the fishes? Success has a price and it's pretty Penny for your thoughts and they'll try make you split it They say the ends love you, then they hate you, then they love you again Then you try change your postcode to W10 Grow apart, fall out of love with your friends They'll say fame made you change but it's just all them Some of them get cat, some of them go pen Send mi likkle VO, gwan sit with them Send them one two creps and Ralph Lauren While they build up this picture that I'm 50 Cent Rah, Kano's your darg, when you land, you're blessed And these times, I ain't even blessed Jen Now they all wanna come on tour but that's per DMs Guest list, me plus thirty men I buy the same Mr Whippy 99 But now I've got just as much problems and a flake ain't one Friends turned snakes overnight Cause they think I can take away their problems all with one hit song But I just want the summer back how it used to be When Nanan had us eating toffee apples by the sea Or when we wore Moschino and were moving off key When our chips were down, they weren't beefing 'bout Ps The purest summers were those in the 90s '05 changed my life forever, it's bittersweet I've been riding that wave, still waters run deep No sound in the ends, still life is a beach And that's T-shirt weather in the manor, my friend There's nuttin' like it '05 sh**