If finding ~love~ is one of your 2016 resolutions, statistically speaking, now's the time to give that dating app a shot.
Shut up Best in the scene Tell my man, yo, yo [Verse: Stormzy] Couple man called me a backup dancer Onstage at the BRITs, I'm a backup dancer If that makes me a backup dancer The man in your vids? Backup dancer Man wanna chat about backup dancer Big man like me with a beard I'm a big man, how the fuck can I–? Imposters wanna take my tunes Stiff Chocolate, yeah, my face so smooth, check it Don't even talk too much, you're a talker Dem man still go halves on a quarter Saw me turn from a prince to a pauper Two cigarettes and a bottle of water Told the bouncer, get the bottles in order Man in the kitchen putting in orders Stiff Chocolate, skin clear like water Smooth on this ting, start locking up daughters [Single Version Outro] Yeah, so shut your fucking stupid mouths Chatting bare fucking shit Shut the fuck up, shut your fucking mouth Oi, rudeboy, shut up One time, yeah, chatting bare fucking shit Shut up, man Pussies, what?
[Hook: Stormzy] Man try say he's better than me Tell my man, shut up Mention my name in your tweets Oi, rudeboy, shut up Better than me?
It was love at first sight when I came across Blake’s blog post.
I sent him a message, and Blake encouraged me to run a Tinder hack myself.
We were at Megu, a pricey Japanese restaurant in Midtown Manhattan, eating perfectly cooked Kobe beef.
My companion, a wealthy finance type, was telling me all about himself and posing questions that suggested he was interested in me.
Seventeen hours later, she got over 2,015 Tinder matches.
That sick and twisted little girl was me, now the most-hated woman in Toronto.
Stormzy also performed the song live prior to the titular fight at with adapted lyrics, after a pair of tweets between Joshua and Stormzy earlier in the day hinted at the possibility.