[Chorus: Murkage Dave]
Bro I got a peng ting in every country
Text her when I land and she come and get me
Drive man to the show
Pattern up the weed
Blud it’s people like her
I was out in Paris and she came and met me
Took time off of work
Got me cut a spare key
She don’t wear much make-up
But still looks buff
Man it’s people like her

[Post Chorus x2: Murkage Dave]
And I’m back to the bits
And I’m back to the ends
Show love to my friends
Put food on the table
Man I’m glad that i’m able

[Verse 1: Jaykae]
Yeah I’m glad that I’m able
I ain’t gotta shot no 8 ball
I ain’t got signed to a label
I can put food on my table
It was’t always like this i pray every day manna grateful
I can catch a flight catch a tan
Just to put a mic in my hand, yo I'm liking the plan
She wants to see me now we can hold two vibes when I land
Yeah man do bits
Man make hits
See me on the strip and they wanna take pics
Comin' for the Mobos comin' for the Brits
And you won’t prosper if you don’t take risks
See me in the studio putting in shifts
Straight doing bits ain’t calling it quits
Yeah I got a family that I provide for
Still tryna' move my mum out the bits
[Post Verse: Jaykae]
Yeah I’m back to the bits
Back to the block
Come a long way from putting cash in my sock
Yeah used to put my money in a shoebox
Now it’s in the bank and they're taxing the lot
Trust me I ain’t gotta graft on the block
Trust me I ain’t gotta do nothing hot
Yeah man I had it on lock before I got locked
Now ave' a look who’s at the top

[Chorus: Murkage Dave]
Bro I got a peng ting in every country
Text her when I land and she come and get me
Drive man to the show
Pattern up the weed
Blud it’s people like her
I was out in Paris and she came and met me
Took time off of work
Got me cut a spare key
She don’t wear much make-up
But still looks buff
Man it’s people like her

[Post Chorus x2: Murkage Dave]
And I’m back to the bits
And I’m back to the ends
Show love to my friends
Put food on the table
Man I’m glad that i’m able
[Verse 2: Jaykae]
Yeah I'm glad that I've been through bad times
Look close you can see it in a mans eyes
Blud it made me the man that I am now
You have to deal with things cause thats life
Yeah you better think twice, can't act twice
Yeah I must have been a don in my past life
Now I'm throwing down money on my own yard
I ain't in the ends throwin' up gang signs
Yeah trust me I might say bonjour when I'm on tour
Man a got fly kicks like Jean Claude
Brum town captain up in this bitch and the flight won't take off till I'm on board
Only got real friends not one fraud
Stand up guy can I get an encore
I'm tryna' see things from the top floor
Ain't got no time for one more

[Post Verse: Jaykae]
Cos' i’m back to the bits
Back to the block
Come a long way from putting cash in my sock
Yeah I used to put my money in a shoebox
Now it’s in the bank and they’re taxing the lot
Trust me I ain’t gotta graft on the block
Trust me I ain't gotta do nothing hot
Yeah man I had it on lock before I got locked
Now ave' a look who's at the top
[Chorus: Murkage Dave]
Bro I got a peng ting in every country
Text her when I land and she come and get me
Drive man to the show
Pattern up the weed
Blud it’s people like her
I was out in Paris and she came and met me
Took time off of work
Got me cut a spare key
She don’t wear much make-up
But still looks buff
Man it’s people like her

[Post Chorus x2: Murkage Dave]
And I’m back to the bits
And I’m back to the ends
Show love to my friends
Put food on the table
Man I’m glad that i’m able

[Outro: Murkage Dave]
The bits, the block, the block, the block
The bits, the block, the block, the block
I ain't gotta do
I ain't gotta do, no no
I ain't gotta do
I ain't gotta do