(Baby) Babe, this the fam, yeah? play it cool. (Babe) I’m calm, baby — won’t act the fool. (Baby) Don’t mind Mum, she’s nosy, right? (Babe) Long as Gran don’t flirt tonight. Mum’s in the kitchen, side-eye on babe, says, “He looks like Lee.” — “Who’s Lee?” — old flame. Dad walks in with a pint and pride, hears “Arsenal,” near lost his mind. Sis does TikToks, flippin’ her hair, asks his star sign mid-on-air. He laughs, “Gemini.” — she grins, “Oh say less.” I’m like, “Sis, behave — not this mess.” Gran slides through, glass half-done, calls babe “handsome,” says “I’d still run.” Grandpa’s flirting with his sister Dee — She goes, “That’s me.” — “Lord help me.” Meet the fam — pure plot twist life, each handshake’s like rollin’ dice. They sweet on surface, deep they bite, still babe holds me through the night. (Babe) My turn now — thought it’d go smooth, nah, chaos too, no grace, no groove. Mum hugs baby, says “you’re divine,” then whispers, “Dated her uncle one time.” Dad’s laughin’, cousin’s loud, my brother flirts in the background crowd. Baby just smirks, “guess it’s fate,” mad love in a mad estate. Meet the fam — no calm in sight, every dinner ends in fight or flight. But baby still laughs, calls me “babe,” and somehow, man, I stay. (Baby) Next time, babe, no dinner, yeah? No aunties, no cousins, no grandad’s stare. (Babe) Just us two, chips and quiet nights — no drama, no twist in sight. (Baby) Promise me that? (Babe) Cross my heart — ’til your mum likes my Insta, we’ll stay apart. mad move, yeah? …sweetest chaos of my life.
