[Intro: Ryan "Fitzy" Fitzgerald]
Hey, yep, look it's me again mate. I just wanted to say look I'm sorry for not coming to the club. I know you guys think it's the bees knees. It's the—it's the surf 'n' turf of any pub menu. It's the Dr Harry of your holidays, but—yeah, well look, can you—can you just give me a call when you're out, yeah?

[Verse 1: Sesta]
I ain't going out 'less I have to
Kind of like living life in a vacuum
I don't mean like space and stuff
I mean everybody looking at me saying I suck (you suck!)
Nope, I'm livin' in a paradise
Very nice, packin' one of these then I'm paralysed
When insanity reigns outside of these four walls of terror
Forget a plan to leave, my phone beepin' like a fuckin' beacon
"Hey what you doin' on the weekend?"
Playin' with my dick and peekin' outside of my venetian's
Like BDP did by all means necessary
There's a party at my place, nobody's invited
Keep ringing the door and I keep hidin'
Buy my own island and nobody's allowed inside it
For real

[Interlude: Ryan "Fitzy" Fitzgerald]
Mate, can you just give me a call when you're done?

[Hook: Sesta]
You think I'm kinda crazy
I think you mad as well
You wouldn't understand
A thing I'm thinking, I can tell
Take a quick look inside of my world
And see wherever it takes me
If you still think I'm crazy
I think you mad as hell