Wretch 32 - Finer Taste lyrics

[Hook: Nas] Mechanical movement Understandable smooth sh** that murderers move with Mechanical movement Understandable smooth sh** that murderers move with Mechanical movement Understandable smooth sh** that murderers move with Mechanical movement Understandable smooth sh** that murderers move with [Verse 1: Wretch 32] Synchronising watches that we never thought we'll buy Time is of the essence, guess that Roley should be mine Remember window shopping and that brightening caught my eye Then I pulled up in the Bentley, spending just to pa** the time I call that super drive, she likes a super guy She wants a superman, I hope she likes a supersize It went from barber's to harbours, white linen From Starburst to starters with white women Mum said I'm selling my soul, she want Jamelia I'm a diamond in the dirt, just need cleaning up When I find someone that works, I end up leaving her Now she want call me a jerk because me seizing her It's cool, miss, as long as the Porsche has got a horse kick I'll take a drive and clear my mind, clean my fortress They say that eyes don't lie, I've seen a poor chick f** fame and cry wine and make a fortune Happy days, collar up, I'm like the fons Got my jacket made Oliver Spencer, I came a long Way from catching trains, getting lost, now I'm found Tryna handle fame, I love the highs and f** the downs So fly, I put your chick on curfew Getting sick of her, I swear that b**h got bird flu Saw me clean up on the net, so she wanted to surf through Gave her my hard drive, then I had to reverse through [Hook: Nas] [Verse 2: Mr Bigz] I bring the drama like an anarchist, barristers wanna examine this Lavishness, top an*lyst, no, I'm the catalyst The Lazarus of flashiness, I'm the evangelist Glamorous, [?] arrogance, dinner in Claridge's Whoa, now take a picture, this is finer taste [?] is what we're sipping by the fireplace I'll spend a coin to crack some pepper on your tenderloin And girl, I'll bet you kiss your fingers when you try the steak Mwah, c'est magnifique Je manière, mon chéri, let me grab your seat, huh? Head to Pally, let me grab a sweet I'll bet these b**hes call me Gary when they've scoured the sneaks, real Whether they Hilton or Ramada All you see is bags like we were chilling in Jakarta Escada or matching Prada, I'm stacking guala I'm with Lara, a Spanish mama, hasta mañana Oi, so I'm touring like a night rider German whip got me balling like I'm Schweinsteiger My ride's fire and I'm styling the best Now, what you know about this type of finesse? I put your chick on curds b**h, I'm so fly, I could sh** on birds While I sip on Veuve, yo, we once lacked jobs Now herself made a toast to the young black gods, amen [Hook: Nas]