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Shoutout cereal box made of rubber bands, mate Pretty good Pull up Man's just started, can't chat to me about who's departed (shut up) Take classes, this beat is sick, pull it up, restart it Pass it, to a very, very sexy geezer, that's me, man can't see me Man can't chat to me about easy peasy, that's Weezy Oi nah, JME, no jokes, I'm J to the O to the E Weller on the mic all day and night, I don't want fuss, I'm not that type Look at your skull, it's bloody raucous That crazy haircut looks like a tortoise My name's Joe Weller, not Cinderella, not that bait, I'm not that fella Weller on the mic and I'm here to stay, never gonna stop, gonna make that change Still up in the ends, revving on the bends, you're not my friend, so don't pretend Look at my nan, she's a 10, whipping it 2 million percent Man get stronger, man can't chat to me about right or wronger That kid's no longer, putting up a fight that I cannot conquer That's just me, I love smashing the pots and pans And my top of the range mate Luke, he loves plucking the rubber bands Spitting real bars cause that's what I do I'm bringing positivity but sticking to my roots (Bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bang) Take time, learn the basics, hate on me? That's time wasted Just face it, dedicated, pull out the bread, carbohydrated Pull up at the park so loud they can't take it, bitch, upping the pace so fast they can't break it SongtexteJust make it, don't fake it, if you got a dream, go ahead, man, chase it That's right Representing the Eastbourne Mafia Just stay true to yourself, man You are you, believe Aus Songtexte Mania