LUNATIC Lyrics – Skepta

Read the complete LUNATIC Lyrics by Skepta along with song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Skepta’s music, you can also explore DANGER DANGER and Chiltern Firehouse, two other songs by Skepta.

[Chorus: Lay-Z & Bakar]
I need you to dance for me, yeah
I need you to dance for me, yeah
Fly you out to France for me, yeah
Just to see you dance for me, yeah
I need you to dance for me, yeah (Just to show me)
I need you to dance for me, yeah (Just to show me)
Fly you out to France for me, yeah (Show me)
Just to see you dance for me, yeah (Show me)

[Verse 1: Skepta]
She made it bounce, put your online banking, checking your accounts
Your mouth, got n!ggas with wifey sleeping at the house
Said her rent is due and you know what I’m talking about
Shе got bills, to pay, so she ain’t fu*king for the clout
She was shaking up and down, on thе pole, she spinning, searching looking for a man that’s drinking
Slip something in your drink, you’re Bambi
That’s how you get caught slipping
Slipping that coke in, leaving that bando open
That’s how a man go missing
Told Shay “Better mind that we talk on the beat ’cause you know that the po-po listening”
All the way from the ends to Harlem
Yeah, we got toys like Kinder Garden
Course I’m an African G from London so you might hear me b0mboclaatting
Why would I beg your pardon? Boy I’m a king like Tutankhamun
Why would I have security? I came with two sticks like (??)

[Chorus: Lay-Z & Bakar]
I need you to dance for me, yeah (Just to show me)
I need you to dance for me, yeah (Show me)
Fly you out to France for me, yeah (Show me)
Just to see you dance for me, yeah (Show me)
I need you to dance for me, yeah (Just to show me)
I need you to dance for me, yeah (Show me)
Fly you out to France for me, yeah (Show me)
Just to see you dance for me, yeah (Show me)

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
She say I wake up high, do my make-up high
Reefer stain my eye
Pray to God, gotta thank Allah
Nother’ day alive
Break my opps, I can’t blame my opps
Pu*sy stay inside
N!ggas hide, when this s*it get hot
They gon’ compain to 5
Free the MOB, til’ they free the guys
Gotta pray for Slime
You decide, R.I.P Lil’ Von, s*it I can’t decide
Homicide, fu*king with me wrong, s*it, that’s suicide
Bring your guys, next my money long
But she hasn’t tried
I’ma leader but somehow I still mislead her
By the liter, when I pour up that Wockesha
Brazilian wax on that, I call that alopecia
I twist his cap right back (??)

[Chorus: Lay-Z & Bakar]
I need you to dance for me, yeah
I need you to dance for me, yeah
Fly you out to France for me, yeah
Just to see you dance for me, yeah
I need you to dance for me, yeah (Show me)
I need you to dance for me, yeah (Show me)
Fly you out to France for me, yeah (Show me)
Just to see you dance for me, yeah (Show me)