Mr Bigz, Wretch 32 - Finer Taste Lyrics

Mechanical movement
Understandable smooth shit that
Murderers move with mechanical movement
Understandable smooth shit that
Murderers move with mechanical movement
Understandable smooth shit that
Murderers move with mechanical movement
Understandable smooth shit that
Murderers move with

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 pass 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
Fuck 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 fuck the downs
So fly, I put your chick on curfew
Getting sick of her
I swear that bitch 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

I bring the drama like an anarchist
Barristers wanna examine this
Lavishness, top analyst, 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 bitches 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
Bitch, I'm so fly, I could shit on birds
While I sip on Veuve, yo, we once lacked jobs
Now herself made a toast to
The young black gods, amen