Fire in the Car Park

Shoutout cereal box mad of rubber bands mate

Pretty good

Pull up

Mine's just started, come chat with me about who's departed

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

Oh yeah, J A M E

Don't joke to the O to the E

When I run 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 hair cut

Looks like a tortoise

My names Joe Weller not Cinderella

Not that B, I'm not that fella

When I run 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 two million percent

My gets stronger, my come chat to me about right and wronger

That kids no longer

Putting up a fight that I can not conquer

That's just me, I love smashing pots and pans

And the top of the rage, meet Luke

He loves plucking the rubber bands

Spitting real bars cause that's what I do

I'm bring positivity but sticking to my roots

Take time, learn the basics

Hate on me, that's time wasted

Just face it, dedicate it

Pull out the bread, carbo hydrate it

Pull up in the parks and now can't take

Bitch, upping the pace so fast they can't break

Just make it, don't fake it

If you got a dream go ahead man chase it

That's right

Representing the east mall mafia

Just stay true to your self man

You are you

Believe