[Intro]

Thought he would be there

Oh, hi

Shouts to Westy for giving me twenty four seconds to fill with this nonsense

Shoutout to Dan White Derulo

Shoutout to anyone with anxiety and depression, keep battling through, all that jazz

Come follow me on Instagram, Twitter and all that @ElroRaps

Let's get on with the rap stuff, right

[Verse]

You could stand out but there's nothing underneath like a kilt, man

Sick of dumb twats tryna milk man

How dare he, stop or I'll get lairy

I'm sick of people thinking they can air me

Bare people like you, only one like me

If I get with you, it'll be a one night thing

The fact I can pull one bird in the first place is a testament to the fire I bring

(So what) I've got a banged up Civic

Chat a lot of crap, still bang birds init'

Best mates are all cynics

I never get clap so I never go clinics

If you've got a big spliff, bill it

I don't smoke weed but it sounds hard init'

I could act all big time, pull up my hood in the club but I doubt I'll fit in

It's the return of the two-chinned car park kid with the beard, I'm back

Broke up with anxiety, banged depressing 'cause I'm a fragile twat

Used to smoke dope most nights, chill, bloke wrote bare shit bars until I fell and went broke

What an emo, kids tryna be me though

Fucking weirdos, I'm a weird bloke

Yeah it's cool fam, shit I just said cool fam

Now I'm worried my mates will hate me, fuck me I'm a paranoid man

Pint of wine and four Guinness

Pub in the morning to get more minutes in

When I feel so pissed that a cynic can piss off man 'cause I know that I'll spin him, I'm winning

Yeah the old chick was average man but from here on in if it's shit, I'll bin it

From here on in if it's trash, I'll quit it

From here on in if it's gash, I'll finish

Yeah I've got a little buzz back

Got these free-load cunts on my back like a rucksack

Oh look, they came so quick, it's like they came from my nutsack

I can assure you shocking birds

You little premature provocateurs

No prob' for me to kill a mockingbird

I Harper Lee care, I won't stop until they hurt

Those fat birds claiming they're big boned

What the fuck does she know

I can see through, you're bubbly, San Pellegrino

I did a whole grime set in chinos

Just to show I don't care what they think we know

I know better

Still on MySpace and Bebo fella

Pint down the riverbank, whatever the weather

But I'll never be battling pricks pissed up outside the club like a mug 'cause I know that I'm better

More lies, I do it most nights

I'm a mug right, thug life

Make the flow so silly

They clocked my face and got hmm, did he really?

Yeah I did but I'm mid-flow, piss off

Sick with the beard, white man's Rick Ross

I got my old school's back, big up the [?] in Chepstow comp

NP16, we can't go wrong

I'll put town on the map, won't be long

Yeah they adore us

We sweat money, that's why we pour us

So pour us a pint of that potent stuff 'cause I'm sobering up

Beneath this beard there's two chins

'Cause I drink and that, yeah, chin-chin

And what's that? Ring ring?

(Hi it's Andy from BT)

Fuck you Andy from BT, where are my mates and why do they all hate me?

Even Andy from BT's slating me blatantly

Fuck that, it doesn't matter though, I [?] until I'm battered then I send a couple texts to my ex saying "Why don't you love me still?"

"Why don't you hug me still?"

"I'm aware that I'm ugly but you must've known that was part of the deal from the start and the get-go"

Too many pricks, too many fakes

Too many dicks, too many haters

Too many people pretending that their life's sick, when their Instagram pics can suck my dick

Might motivation comes and goes like me when I go to a sket's house

Do the one man Bukak' ting, find my shoes and get out

Walk home with a sense of regret, self-pity and shit hair

Try not to look in a stranger's eyes, if they judge me, stop and stare

'Cause we're all the same, we all get sad

We've all made mistakes, we've all done bad

We're all tryna pave the way for perfect futures now but we're all just mad

But I feel like I get it now

Look at Stormzy mate, even he felt down

It's a war we've made, just chasing status

Buy new watches, buy sick trainers

Mate don't watch that, chasing paper's never gonna get you the feeling you're craving

It's never gonna get you the feeling you're craving

It's never gonna get you the feeling you're craving

It's never gonna get you the feeling you're craving

It's never gonna get you the feeling you're craving

[Outro]

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Shouts to the man with anxiety