[Intro: Songer]
BL@CKBOX, Under 18s Cypher
Big up BL@CKBOX every fucking time
Come on, come on, come on
Yeah, starting with something different
Yeah
Outside the box

[Verse 1: Songer]
I'm on a push bike
Doing wheelies on the motorway
30 stone lady
Grabbing onto both my shoulder blades
I've got shoulder pains
Pull out both my roller skates
Cut off both her arms but
Still she can't be blown away
My ex, still ain't over James
But she's not under me
Don't tell me that my standards low
I just love the beat
The way I'm getting lucky G
You thought I was the number 3
Our lives are like a movie but
Yours is in another screen
The guys that try stopping me
Are wearing lost property
Dropping beans to Ed Sheeran
'Cause their girls are onto me
An hour later
And the prick has gone and swallowed three
His jaw is swinging
Like a boxer in Apollo Creed
An Eminem wannabe
But I'm the guy you wanna be
So boy me it don't bother me
You wannabe wannabe
Cop a G, I'm [?]
And bun that shit properly
Till my eyes are looking like
The logo of Monopoly
And people chat breeze
And there's lots of them
But fires can't start without oxygen
Teachers call me cocky
Their daughters call me confident
Insecure, I've been before
But hid it all in confidence
Fully grown men tell me to give up on my dreams
Whilst their sitting in an office
Watching me upon their screens
I wonder why they gave up
And I wonder why these are girls
Are spending 7 bill on makeup
L'Oréal tell girls that their worth it
But sell a product that hurts them
'Cause their pre-made presumption
How they should look
And that don't make sense
I'm spending 80 on a T-Shirt
But the workers getting 8 pence
And I ain't here to make friends
So fuck it I'm a hypocrite
Difference is I give a shit
Swimming in a river full of bigger fish
But no-body is as ill as this
And that's a fact
You was loving road having shootouts
I was grabbing Match Attax
Setting fire to the building like a match attack
And now I'm spitting with the mandem
Going back to back
I'm bored of doing shit that ain't worthy
Catch the train at 8:30
Writing lyrics on the train journey
And people say they real but they ain't certy
I keep my thoughts to myself
I call my brain Percy
Yeah
But they ain't certy
I keep my thoughts to myself
I call my brain Percy