Pluck your ears up, I'm talking, let a UK artist
Take you down suburban streets that we walk in
Booted the doors off, this is me walking in
Best prepare yourself, the bandwagon jumping is starting
Fanny execs got me laughing
I've gotta drive to steer clear of these par kings
No tunes about shooting up some cannons on the roads
Just shooting videos with Canons, and chords on the Rhodes
I heard the fans talk and they go (say it now)
EMI just signed me, yeah, and they're telling me (say it now)
London makes you believe your own hype, don't get ahead of me
My supporters are telling me (say it now)
Like "you've been too slow to drop sh** we'd consume readily" (say it now)
And yeah, I know this... first ever unsigned act on the MTV list
From the middle of nowhere, thinking "how the f** am I not on BBC A or B lists?"
I know you hear this (say it now)
Yeah, speaks for us, my mates are saying it, like (say it now) so I am
But it's dark when a lyricist knows 90% of the listenership
Doesn't give a sh** about the words that he's written
"It's dark" isn't it, but I'm saying it
Uh, I'm surviving mate, I'm not thriving
They're telling me it's timing
Gram of ket? I put five in
Wraps hidden inside a cheap suit lining
Cause sobriety bores us
So pour us something enormous
Wonder what more is there for us?
Middle England, pyramid stage performance (RAH!)
Soak the rag, lighter fluid poured on an old sock
Inhale some drags, Lynx cans in a plastic bag
England wants words from this lad (say it now)
That's what they're all saying, can you hear them?
(Say it now) So I'm saying it