LOOK AT YOUR MAN NOW!

Barney: I love you

Woman: Shhh shhh! Fuck. Fuck. Sh sh shhh!

Barney: Yo yo yo yo

Older brother (George the Poet): Sis put your clothes on and pass me his. Turn and face the wall ‘cause you can't see this

Woman: Please calm down, calm down, please!

Barney: Yo yo yo bro

Woman: I’m so sorry! I thought you weren't here

Older brother (George the Poet): You… get over there. Put your hands on your head

Barney: Bro listen, listen, I didn't mean anything

Older brother (George the Poet): Does he not understand what I said? Put your FUCKIN’ hands on your head

Woman: Please calm down…

Older brother (George the Poet): Don't worry about putting your pants on, you're dead cuz, you're getting carried out. You lot wanna do big people things like you're married now. You must think your ass is grown. Furthermore pass his phone. I don't know what you was thinkin' bringin' this half-wit home to your mum’s pad like some scum bag. Wanty – look at him, look at him – he’s thinkin' I ain’t dyin' for that dumb slag. Yeah, you're dying cuz. That's what lying does. Don’t chat SHIT! That's what lying does. What did he give you? One bag of chat? I know I've done that to yat, you don't come back from that. Wait there

Older brother (George the Poet): (speaking to phone) Hello? Yo come to my mum's yard. Go around the back. Yo J, it's cold out so pack gloves. You understand that cuz? Yeah

Older brother (George the Poet): See Sis, you can't understand this ‘cause you're perfect, but what my man's thinking right now is damn this wasn't worth it. Do you know why? Cause he was planning on bangin' and duckin' out

Barney: No!

Older brother (George the Poet): Shut your FUCKIN mouth. He's plannin' on… what? Come here! Ay, come here! Put your hands down. Sis – look at your man, look at your man now! Put your hands down

Woman: Please stop, please stop!

Older brother (George the Poet): So you thought you was gonna fuck my sister and go about your business, and I'mma let you roll out, FUCK is this? What, she forced you? You just wanted to go on fuckin' dates and hold out for Christmas?

Woman: Stop!

Older brother (George the Poet): Think I don't know how it goes? Think I ain't done this shit to a THOUSAND hoes?

Woman: He's gonna kill him! He's gonna kill him!

Older brother (George the Poet): Yo we're men cuz, we got instincts cuz. We don't grow outta those. I know how it goes. See I don't know you but I know you, watch this I'mma show you. Shut up. I'mma show you. Sis – yes or no, this is everything he told you? I bet he said there's something about you. He'd be a different person if he wasn't around you and he's lucky he found you. But sis what you don't know is tomorrow he's not gonna shout you. Don't chat shit! See sis, you didn't know that bit. He's not gonna shout you. He's gonna disappear from your life without even wavin' goodbye. You're gonna ask what's wrong. He's gonna take a couple days to reply, and then he's gonna hit back sayin', “Yo, I'm not the relationship type, I'm just going through a phase in my life. It's not fair if I make you my wife.” Innit? That's why you came here allie. Got my sister here makin' her cry. Sis you only feel bad cause he's bleedin' on the floor but you're gonna realize what you was gonna realize eventually anyway. Either way you don't need him anymore

Woman: It's not his fault – it's my fault

Older brother (George the Poet): See cuz, I'm like you. I've done fuckery. But the difference is, rude boy, you're mad unlucky. I been runnin' through these sisters, baby mums and girlfriends since I was a kid, probably ‘til the day my world ends. So if karma don't catch up to me the way I'm about to give it to you, I guess I'mma see you in Hell then

[Outro: Barney Artist]
Ooh, I ain't ever seen my key fit in this door
I ain't ever seen you ever be this vulnerable, vulnerable
I guess I want more
Ooh, I ain't ever seen my key fit in this door
I ain't ever seen you ever be this vulnerable, vulnerable