Yo what’s goin’ on, it’s Wizzy, listen, I can’t get to the phone right now, but leave a message, I’ll call you back Fuckin’ hell Ocean, it’s Troy, mate Listen, I’ve had the fuckin’ mornin’ from hell I’ve fuckin’- head’s poundin’ I ain’t had no sleep since last night Look, listen, I just heard the next track, and, I’m not being funny mate, it’s fuckin’ way too lyrical It’s just too hip-hoppy alright? Look, look, you know our High Focus now You gotta think like, you gotta think the fuckin’ big li-li-like What would Ed Sheeran say? He’d say get the fuck out my studio and stop wastin’ my fuckin’ time with that bollocks D’ya know what I mean? So look, just pull your socks up, get back down to the studio And make me that fuckin’ money, my good boy, alright? Alright, gonna have a little nap mate Call you in a bit See you later boy