Skepta – “Eyes On Me” [Audio, Lyrics, Video]

Skepta premieres a Matthew Walker-directed visual for the “Eyes On Me” song self-produced alongside Ragz Originale. Stream, buy, read the lyrics, mp3 download.

Skepta Eyes On Me

Pushing forward on the campaign that follows his All In project, Skepta has touched down with the new visuals for the “Eyes On Me.”

Directed by Matthew Walker, the behind the scenes-styled video follows Skepta through a day in his life as he and his set travel in a matching set of Cullinan trucks as the emcee makes his way through a Bottega Veneta campaign shoot and works with Diesel on the Sound of the Brave collaboration all while sipping on his own brand of Havana Club rum.

Skepta – Eyes On Me (prod. Skepta & Ragz Originale)

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Lyrics

[Chorus]
How they gonna lift my skirt? (How?)
When I never wear no dress
Eyes on me ’cause the way this designer looking on me got your girl impressed (Sexy)
Stylish G, I make one phone call and the gang turn up like it’s Merky Fest (Brr)
They can’t diss us, boy, they get crushed in the Rizla
Strap it and burnin’, yes (Greaze)
They got the eyes on me but my eyes on the girl in the tight top, skirt (Mhmm)
Bare songs about ice and racks
Them boy there live out the wifey’s purse (Broke)
You don’t wanna see gang pull up
The cars them full up, your guys disperse (Bow-bow)
And we ain’t tryna take no L’s
Any funny business then we rise up first (Ice)

[Verse 1]
Came with a what? Came with a who?
Came with the hood like a Canada Goose (Gang)
I don’t know who gas them youths, I stain the boy’s tee like cranberry juice
Big man, you don’t wanna get merked in your Beamer
Meet the grim reaper
It’s 38 degrees outside but the street still cold like a freezer
Gotta stay close to the heater (Ice)
Ex-girl found out that I slept with it in the bed
But she couldn’t call me a cheater (Sex)
Gotta stay with it
The streets hear that you gettin’ money, they gon’ spread news like the cleaner (Brr)
Try slander my name in the paper (Huh?)
Now I’m on the front cover of the Fader (It’s Smoke)
It’s an oxymoron how I speak so bluntly
Still I’m as sharp as a razor (Ha)
Who’s that boy in the new Bottega?
Sippin’ the Havana, no chaser (Sex)
Bought a new crib and I’ve got no neighbours
Independent, but I’m still so major (Rich)
I was in New York, tryna make ends meet outside the bodega (Skeppy!)
I went from trap boy to whole-saler
Tables turned and I’m the rotator (High)

[Chorus]
How they gonna lift my skirt? (How?)
When I never wear no dress
Eyes on me ’cause the way this designer looking on me got your girl impressed (Sexy)
Stylish G, I make one phone call and the gang turn up like it’s Merky Fest (Brr)
They can’t diss us, boy, they get crushed in the Rizla
Strap it and burnin’, yes (Greaze)
They got the eyes on me but my eyes on the girl in the tight top, skirt (Mhmm)
Bare songs about ice and racks
Them boy there live out the wifey’s purse (Broke)
You don’t wanna see gang pull up
The cars them full up, your guys disperse (Bow-bow)
And we ain’t tryna take no L’s
Any funny business then we rise up first (Ice)

[Verse 2]
What you tellin’ me? (Ha)
I made it so easy to like me
Still they wanna be my enemy (Huh?)
You know the fame comes with the jealousy (Trust)
I’m an African giant, ‘course she fucks with me, that’s simple science
One night with me and she feelin’ the chemistry (Sexy)
She love the way I move especially
No competition, ain’t no one ahead of me (Greaze)
Stop the comparison, shit’s embarrassin’
I’m a top soldier in the garrison (Bow-bow)
Room full of gold like the Vatican
Diamond chain froze her like a mannequin (Ice)
I could put ’em in a hearse with a verse they already know what’s happenin’ (Smoke)
Or we could do magic tricks, my guy wave the stick
Watch them boys start vanishin’ (Brr)

[Chorus]
How they gonna lift my skirt? (How?)
When I never wear no dress
Eyes on me ’cause the way this designer looking on me got your girl impressed (Sexy)
Stylish G, I make one phone call and the gang turn up like it’s Merky Fest (Brr)
They can’t diss us, boy, they get crushed in the Rizla
Strap it and burnin’, yes (Greaze)
They got the eyes on me but my eyes on the girl in the tight top, skirt (Mhmm)
Bare songs about ice and racks
Them boy there live out the wifey’s purse (Broke)
You don’t wanna see gang pull up
The cars them full up, your guys disperse (Bow-bow)
And we ain’t tryna take no L’s
Any funny business then we rise up first (Ice)