© 2024 Text @Cptjackzerow & @Chahal707. All rights reserved. ** Copying this song is prohibited. ** However, covers are welcome as long as @cptjackzerow and @chahal707 are credited as the original creators. ------------------------------------ Zerow's Suno Profile - https://suno.com/@cptjackzerow Original Song From Zerow - https://suno.com/song/00088e03-7d73-48c8-bd74-55fee33bb40a [Zerow] [Intro] „Oi, what’s that then? Gonna mock me ‘cause o’ me accent, are ya?“ [Verse 1] Everywhere I go, it’s “Bottl' oh woah-ah” here, They take the mick, like it’s somethin’ rare. “Oh, say it again!” they love to sneer, Like I’m speakin’ Martian, like it’s hard to hear. [Pre-Chorus] It’s woah-ah, not “wot-ter,” mind yer ear, Same ol’ sounds year after year. I’m just bein’ British, keepin’ it right, Proper words, love, that’s me plight! [Chorus] Bottl' oh woah-ah, bottl' oh woah-ah, Say it slow, you’ll find it shorter! Can’t help it, love, it’s how we speak, Sounds posh, sounds fun, sounds cheek-to-cheek! (Oi, what’s the fuss?) It’s just me, it’s just us! [Verse 2] They mock me tea, me cuppa at noon, They think I’m sayin’ words out the tune. “Oh, how posh!” or “What’d she mean?” Like British slang is somethin’ obscene! [Build Up] You want it clear? Well, that’s a laugh, Just try to say “Baff” – not “Baaaath!” [Bridge] I say “garage,” you say “gar-AHJ,” I say “scone” while you just barge. It’s language, love, just have a sip, Stop actin’ like you’re on a trip. [Chorus] Bottl' oh woah-ah, bottl' oh woah-ah, It’s smooth, it’s quick, it’s got some slaughter! Can’t help it, love, it’s how we be, British slang with a sip o’ tea. (Oi, what’s the fuss?) It’s just me, don’t make a fuss! [Chahal} [verse 3] tongues like threads, twistin’ the air, you say “water,” i strip it bare. zigs and zags in the dance we speak, your “wot-ter” wobbles, my “woah-ah” sleek. [pre-chorus] it’s a map of sound, drawn in chalk, pavement’s my path, your sidewalk’s talk. i toss a “brolly” in the cloudy fray, you’re lost in my drizzle, words slip away. [chorus] bottl' oh woah-ah, a cryptic hum, speak it slow, taste where it’s from. can’t help it, love, it’s riddled and sly, brit wit drips, sharp as pie. (oi, what’s the crack?) it’s just me, leanin’ back! [verse 4] "innit" stirs like a whispering ghost, “y’all” is a shout that swells and boasts. a cuppa at noon, a biscuit crumbles, your cookie snaps, my silence rumbles. [build up] want the loo? follow the tune, not a “bathroom” shrine with sterile moons. [bridge] torch in hand, we light the divide, you flash a light, i just confide. queue for the truth, or skip the mess, tea’s still steepin’, care to guess? [chorus] bottl' oh woah-ah, a twist in tone, roll it slow, find the unknown. can’t help it, love, it’s riddles we weave, layers to peel, sounds deceive. (oi, what’s the crack?) it’s just me, watch me pack! [verse 5] plasters patch, band-aids stick, words like stitches, quick and slick. “oh, bloody hell!” a phrase that bites, your “darn” feels flat on stormy nights. [pre-chorus] it’s “garage” like carriage, rollin’ through, not a “gar-ahj” with a foreign hue. we sing our slang in a cryptic choir, dialects twist, fuel the fire. [chorus] bottl' oh woah-ah, a puzzle spun, say it slow, feel how it’s done. can’t help it, love, it’s the briton’s craft, mock the map, we’ll have the last laugh. (oi, what’s the crack?) it’s just me, havin’ a knack!
