Joe Weller - Fire in the Car Par...

Shout out 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 (Ohhh)

 

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 ten, whipping it 2 million percent

 

Man get stronger, man can't chat to me about right or wrong-er

That kid's no longer, putting up a fight that I cannot conquer

Well, that's just me. I love smashing the pots and pans

And my top-of-the-range mate Luke, he's loves plucking the rubber bands

Spitting real bars 'cause that's what I do

I'm bringing positive-ity 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, dedicate it

Pull out the bread, carbon hydrated

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 (Chase it, chase it)

 

That's right!

Representing the #EastBourneMafia!

Just stay true to yourself, man

You are you, believe