This is a song about "Birmingham to ibiza"

Sweatin' me like headband

To get to hold your hand

To be trucker's to chuck

But you know what

Is because of you

To even try, afraid to..

I just wanted to be at peace with you

Now you have to bury me to!

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

And you gonna need the visa to head to ibiza,

Streets is calling you

To stay true to the crew

'n' they don’t photograph, nah they don't sex like you

There soul to satan to make millions whats it to

I'm here tryin' to pull you through

Trying to get to you