Wake up, I feel glad to be me
Money shakin' to the bank, I feel glad to be me
Slap my four-digit number, down some three thousand P
But I'm still lookin' better, what can they say to me?
Uh, wake up, Yorkshire tea
'Cause I love a mornin' brew, it comes straight after me
Playtime with Veronica, you know how we be
So my boss literally called me and told me to get into work
And I tell him that I'm a fuckin' rockstar, don't really want to go out to be fair
And he said, "Mate, if you don't come into work, I'm gonna sack you"
And I told him to fuckin' shove it where he doesn't fuckin' like it
Confidence the product, I feel great, I ain't modest feel like kickin' (I'm kickin')
Good spirit, high flows, my life as a lover, I'm hittin' (I'm hittin')
Believin' in the future, no writer, no producer, I'm spittin' (I'm spittin')
Super sharp shooter while I'm playin' my computer, I'm livin'
That fuckin' Minecraft shit, it gets me mad
So get this, yo, I went down to the chippy to go and order my little Thursday night little treat
Obviously, walkin' home and that smokin' a snout
And I open my bag and I'm lookin', and I'm like, "Wait, where's the tartar sauce"
And I'm like, how the fuck did they forget the tartar sauce? Are you fuckin' kiddin' me?
Don't push me I'm close to the edge
If you look at me funny, get a smack to the head
'Cause I'm way too tired for a nag and a moan
'Cause I'm way too busy beggin' banks for a loan
WRITERS
Elliott Hammond, Pier Forni, Peace Okezie, Joseph Da Rin De Barbera