She's Got It All Wrong Lyrics & Chords By The Mitchell Brothers

What I'm saying is this, yeah
Every time when I tell you like
You know what I mean like
Don't fucking go mad over your chick
This, that, this, that
It's for your own good
It's called, na, na, it is, it's called experience
Bruv, you know what yeah, what experience?
What so you've gone mad over a chick
Yeah, I have once and I'm not doing that shit again
You're fucking crazy
There's no point in telling her the truth
'Cause she's not gonna believe it
You know what I mean
She's just gonna listen to her friends
Her fucking friends, you know what I mean
So like, just like, forget about her
Let's go get some drinks
You know what I mean, go check some more yatis
Bruv, why did she hang up?
I know there's still anger
I put my hands up, yes, I was a wanker
I did lead with Tanya, when I left Tantra
She had one too many so I called a cab
I don't understand her, I never did grab her
She's listening to Amber and we don't get on
Okay before, I did get caught
But to jeopardize us again, I couldn't do
Her friend ain't talking sense
See me and Tanya, we're only just breadrins
Her friend never saw anything
We got in, I dropped her off to her rents
This morning it got light but I'd still not been to sleep
Thinking of what to do to ease this grief
I know I lied but I had a reason, please believe
I fold the pillow and try an' squeeze some sleep
Please don't delete my phone number please
I know you don't need to mope about me
I did go with Lis, she phoned to speak
She wants me back but I want you
Don't shoot through, you're going to lose
A bloke who's truly devoted to you
I owe to you, to know a few truths
Home truth truths, you going to screw
Your friends are not talking sense
Are you sure your head ignores them?
Your friends never saw anything
We talked then, I walked to my ends
This morning it got light but I'd still not been to sleep
Thinking of what to do to ease this grief
I know I lied but I had a reason, please believe
I fold the pillow and try an' squeeze some sleep
Bruv, I'll tell you this for free
Ambers chatting shit again
She needs to go on Trisha
With all her fucking shenanigans
She's just sad and bitter
'Cause her and her man split up
So now she wants her and
The girls to be a gang of spinsters
And bruv, huh, I told you
You cant be chatting to Tanya
So when she calls you, just blank her
That night I went to Ten Rooms after Tantra
But I didn't think you and her
Would jump in the same cab, bruv
Listen bruv, just give your girl time and space
Maybe a couple of days, to get her mind straight
Serious bruv listen, allow it for a bit
And if she's got any sense
She'll know Amber's chatting shit
This morning it got light but I'd still not been to sleep
Thinking of what to do to ease this grief
I know I lied but I had a reason, please believe
I fold the pillow and try an' squeeze some sleep