T-shirt Weather in the Manor - Kano

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 bullshit, it’s love though

You’ve gotta love London in the sun, bro, ya dun know

That’s what we call T-shirt weather in the manor, my friend

There’s nothing 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

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, big

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

That’s what we call T-shirt weather in the manor, my friend

There’s nothing 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

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 them 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 shit, 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 V.O., 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 nothing like it

'05 shit