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elro – spitfire lyrics

[intro]
thought he would be here..?
oh hi, shouts to westy for giving me twenty-four seconds to fill with this nonsense
shout out to dan white derulo
shout out to anyone with anxiety and depression, keep battling through all that jazz
come follow me on instagram, twitter and all that @elroraps
let’s get on with the rap stuff, right

[verse]
you could stand out but there’s nothing underneath like a kilt, man
sick of dumb tw-ts tryna milk man
how dare he stop her, i get lairy
i’m sick of people thinking they can air me
bare people like you, only one like me
if i get with you, it’ll be a one night thing
the fact i can pull one bird in the first place’s a testament to the fire i bring
(so what) i’ve got a banged up civic
chat a lot of cr-p, still bang birds init
best mates are all cynics
i never get clap so i never go clinics
if you’ve got a big spliff, bill it
i don’t smoke weed but it sounds hard init
i could act all big time, pull up my hood in the club but i doubt i’ll fit in
it’s the return of the two-chinned car park kid with the beard, i’m back
broke up with anxiety, banged depressing ’cause i’m a fragile tw-t
used to smoke dope most nights, chill, [?] wrote bare sh-t bars until i fell and went broke
what an emo, kids tryna be me though
f-cking weirdos, i’m a weird bloke
yeah it’s cool fam, sh-t i just said cool fam
now i’m worried my mates will hate me, f-ck me i’m a paranoid man
pint of wine and four guinness
pub in the morning to get more millets
in, when i feel so p-ssed that a cynic can p-ss off man ’cause i know that i’ll spin and i’m winning
yeah the old chick was average man but from here on in, if it’s sh-t, i’ll bin it
from here on in, if it’s trash, i’ll quit it
from here on in, if it’s gash, i’ll finish
yeah i’ve got a little buzz back
got these free-load c-nts on my back like a rucksack
oh look, they came so quick, it’s like they came from my n-ts-ck
i can -ssure you shocking birds
you little premature provocateurs
no prob’ for me to k!ll a mockingbird
[?], i won’t stop until they hurt
those fat birds claiming they’re big boned
what the f-ck does she know?
i can see through, you’re bubbly, san pellegrino
i did a whole grime set in chinos
just to show i don’t care what they think we know
i know better
still on mysp-ce and bebo fella
pint down the riverbank, whatever the weather
but i’ll never be battling pr-cks p-ssed up outside the club like a mug ’cause i know that i’m better
more lies, i do it most nights
i’m a mug right? thug life
make the flow so silly
they clocked my face and got [?] really?
yeah i did but i’m mid-flow, p-ss off
sick with the beard, white man’s rick ross
i got my old school’s back, big up the [?] in chepstow [?]
[?], we can’t go wrong
i’ll put town on the map, won’t be long
yeah they adore us
we sweat money, that’s why we pour us
so poor us a pint of that potent stuff ’cause i’m sobering up
beneath this beard there’s two chins
’cause i drink and that, yeah, chin-chin
and what’s that? ring ring?
(hi it’s andy from bt)
f-ck you andy from bt, where are my mates and why do they all hate me?
even andy from bt’s slating me blatantly
f-ck that, it doesn’t matter though, i [?] until i’m battered then i send a couple texts to my ex saying “why don’t you love me still?”
“why don’t you hug me still?”
“i’m aware that i’m ugly but you must’ve known that was part of the deal from the start and the get-go”
too many pr-cks, too many fakes
too many d-cks, too many haters
too many people pretending that their life’s sick, when their instagram pics can suck my d-ck
might motivation comes and goes like me when i go to a sket’s house
do the one man bukak’ ting, find my shoes and get out
walk home with a sense of regret, self-pity and sh-t hair
try not to look in a stranger’s eyes ’cause they judge me, stop and stare
’cause we’re all the same, we all get sad
we’ve all made mistakes, we’ve all done bad
we’re all tryna pave the way for perfect futures now but we’re all just mad
but i feel like i get it now
look at stormzy mate, even he felt down
it’s a war we’ve made, just chasing status
buy new watches, buy sick trainers
mate don’t watch that, chasing paper’s never gonna get you the feeling you’re craving
it’s never gonna get you the feeling you’re craving
it’s never gonna get you the feeling you’re craving
it’s never gonna get you the feeling you’re craving
it’s never gonna get you the feeling you’re craving

[outro]
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shouts to the man with anxiety

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