Fire In The Car Park

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
Just 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