| It’s the return of the E. G |
| Or as my mum likes to call me… |
| Elliot! |
| I don’t really know what you expect from me |
| I’ve only ever done whatever’s making sense to me |
| I thought that Two-Face would put a Harvey Dent in me |
| But I got legs for days like a centipede |
| If you bought a ticket to my tour — oi, that’s legendary |
| You’ll never really know what all of that shit meant to me |
| Now I got my Mrs and she is the bestest friend to me |
| But I’ve been dealing with some other issues mentally |
| Fifteen years in the game, broke for eight of it |
| Then I started putting notes together like paperclips |
| I ain’t gonna gossip in the hope you relate to it |
| Paid for it already in Theresa’s dictatorship |
| Independent artist, guess I was late to it |
| Stuck inside the Tardis, yeah, I was major sick |
| Called me a Doctor Who, then they tried label this |
| So I stopped believing in my hype, atheist |
| «Make another Kickstarts or Changed the Way You Kiss Me |
| You need another banger"Yo, I’ve already made fifty |
| They just wanted me to copy all my polished history |
| I’ve only got myself to blame and all the Scottish whisky |
| I’m still making choices I ain’t sure of, it’s pure love |
| Mixed with business acumen I’ve learnt off my manager |
| Smirnoff will damage ya, cocaine embarrass ya |
| «Buy a fucking house before you get in a McLaren, yeah?» |
| I could list my cars and scars and all the bras I undid |
| But that don’t mean I’m living one hundred |
| I guess I’ve always wondered, hardly a dumb kid |
| How’d you deal with riches when it’s all said and done did? |
| From diddly-squat, piss in a pot on the rap scene |
| To top of the pops, win the lot with no tag team |
| Switch genres like drag queens and now I’m living pretty |
| Making music for myself, not a committee |
| So I’ll make a couple tunes for my people |
| Just a couple little bangers you can reload |
| Plus I’m cutting down on all the Al Pacino |
| This one’s for the unsung heroes |
| Now I’ve got some kids and a castle |
| What’s that whip, boy? I just drove past you |
| I may be losing my marbles, but I’m still the same arsehole |
| I’ll be buying you a drink at the bar, so… |
| Coronavirus got us all alone at home like Kevin McAllister |
| Can’t go your local and can’t go to Paris |
| Forget marriage, bruv, right now you can’t marry her |
| Cut your double bed in half and put up a barrier |
| Then fantasise, maybe sanitise, go shopping in Morrison’s |
| Where is the pasta? They’re only stocking porridge on the shelf |
| Fuck whatever Boris on, just think about your health |
| It makes you wonder if this Mr Johnson ever liked us |
| Was treating all the Covid stuff like it was tonsillitis |
| I could talk for days about him, that’s a waste of breath |
| Big up every single person at the NHS, and the rest |