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jacob "eli" hawkins - mark noble (feat. santan joe) lyrics

{ad libs: harry betts & jj stacey}

this is my favourite song ever

(era era)
(i’m gonna try and sing that part, yeah)
(i’m stepping a bit out of my comfort zone here, y’know. i’m just not a very violent person)
(this? oh i’ll take it off. nah, nah. the puffer’s part of the culture. +laughing+ wait how’s it making noise, it’s just rustling? +rustling sound+ i’ll stay still innit.)
(yo. shoutout mayday hospital… for birthing+ wait no sorry. shout out my mum innit)
(i’ve never done this before in my life. i never rap.)
(styll!)
{verse 1: jj stacey}

(yeah) i love it in the winter time when i’m feeling snug
if i see you in the streets, you best believe you gеt a hug
i’m not a fan of buses and i cannot stand the trains
despitе the way it helps the plants, i really hate the rain
pretty sure the government just don’t know who i am ’cause
i applied to vote and it came back with a ban
late at night i sometimes find that life can get real lonely
i’m pretty sure there’s nothing cool that i can rhyme with lonely

{chorus: jj stacey}

i+ can’t+ stand+ your+ con+ stant+ talk+ ing+
no+ my+ dad’s+ not+ ste+ phen+ haw+ king

(it’s spelt completely different)

{verse 2: jj stacey}

call you mark… ’cause you got no b+lls
call me toni ’cause i cruise. spit that fire in the booth
these girls play like modrić, yeah they always pass at me
’cause i’ve just got no tekker unlike neymar and henry
shoutout to my barber louis, he gives me a trim
following the cut he sweeps the hair into the bin
if you’re ever in the neighbourhood, i’ll give you my address
so do come in, don’t mind your shoes and please excuse the mess
{chorus: jj stacey}

i+ can’t+ stand+ your+ con+ stant+ talk+ ing+
no+ my+ dad’s+ not+ ste+ phen+ haw+ king

[ad libs 2: jj stacey & santan joe]

right. let’s make it more caribbean please. can i get a little bit of those, uh, biddy bum bum drums please. yeah

(joe, you might wanna get in here. i’ve got a track for you. i think you’ll like it just follow my lead.)

(yeah calm bro, calm.)

[verse 3: jj stacey & santan joe]

live fast. die quick. die old. spending my life based on a dice roll
anything can happen but that doesn’t calm my worry
if it weren’t for alex, i’d be crushed beneath a lorry

yeah you know i’m a baller when i’m spitting on this track
call me eriksen, give you a heart attack
pulsations pumping straight up to your head
you’re an alive baller? nah man, more like dead (oof)
never worked a day, i let my feet do the talking
i breeze through these fools and i’m barely walking
(gareth bale) call me gareth bale, ’cause you know i run it back
i’m not like thomas tuchel, always tryna get the sack
big up mark n0ble, staying loyal to his boys
can’t stay loyal to the girls they be treating me like toys
all these people hating, i just cancel out the noise
burnt a club to the ground, yeah i call you david moyes
[ad libs 3: jj stacey & santan joe]

you wanna know the best thing about about living down south? there’s only one way you can go, and that’s up. actually uh, southampton’s more southern so i suppose you can go there. yeah, cornwall too to be fair, actually, yeah. and i guess dover’s on the coast, so… this doesn’t actually make a whole lot of sense. i think we should pick a different ad lib (ad lib, ad lib, ad lib, ad lib)

let’s just stop it… there

(+laughing+ shut+ i wasn’t done. styll. not that one? styllll )

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