[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 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