[Intro] (Chords: Dm - Gm) [Airhorns] [Wheel up] Yeah, look. Man a shotta but the only thing we hitting is the beach today. Sun's out, step correct. Check the climate, man. [Heavy bass drop] [Verse 1, melodic, syncopated drill flow] Man are cheffing on the block, got the steel in my hand, burning up the jerk chicken, no cap (no cap). We saw the sweepers spinning round the estate, had to slide for the 99 cone with the flake (sauce). Hot stepping on the pavement, sand in my socks, man are catching a tan, not a case. I spent my life in the shadows, now I’m spending my money and the afternoon in a state of grace. We drop the top and the expectations, sliding down the high street, moving too clean. Got a standard 2-step but the rhythm’s athletic, pumping the bass through the whole machine. He lost his temper and his sliders in the scramble for the last cold crate of Red Stripe, The sun is burning the ends, but the ends are burning for the sun, yeah the feeling is right. [Chorus, Catchy/Rhythmic bashment bounce] Sun’s out, man are active in the heatwave, Splashing in the deep end, dodging the behave. From the block to the coast, man are billing up a toast, Bravado in the shadow, but we doing the most. [Airhorns] Sun’s out, man are active in the heatwave, No ski mask, just the shades that we saved. [Verse 2, Driving anaphora flow, increasing intensity] More ice for the cup, more life for the crew. More light in the ends, more white in the shoes. More time on the clock, less time in the blues. We pull up with the super-soaker, aims at your shoes. I’m talking water fights, high heights, pattern up the vibe, Man are losing their minds and their grip on the bike. My akhs in the park got the smoke billowing, that's charcoal and lamb chops, Running the game till the sun drops, then we hit the shop for the local pop. Patois on the tongue, London in the lungs, From Brixton to Brighton, the riddim is spun. [Outro, Ad-libs fade out] [Reload] Yeah, man a chill. Put the skeng down, pick the tongs up. Flip the burger, man. Proper summer settings in the south. [Bassline fades] [Spoken Refrain] Use the sun cream, man. It’s hot out here. Peace.
