Paperclips

It's the return of the E.G

Or as my mum likes to call me...

Elliot!

I don't really know what you expect from me

I've only ever done whatever's making sense to me

I thought that Two-Face would put a Harvey Dent in me

But I got legs for days like a centipede

If you bought a ticket to my tour - oi, that's legendary

You'll never really know what all of that shit meant to me

Now I got my Mrs and she is the bestest friend to me

But I've been dealing with some other issues mentally

Fifteen years in the game, broke for eight of it

Then I started putting notes together like paperclips

I ain't gonna gossip in the hope you relate to it

Paid for it already in Theresa's dictatorship

Independent artist, guess I was late to it

Stuck inside the Tardis, yeah, I was major sick

Called me a Doctor Who, then they tried label this

So I stopped believing in my hype, atheist

"Make another Kickstarts or Changed the Way You Kiss Me

You need another banger" Yo, I've already made fifty

They just wanted me to copy all my polished history

I've only got myself to blame and all the Scottish whisky

I'm still making choices I ain't sure of, it's pure love

Mixed with business acumen I've learnt off my manager

Smirnoff will damage ya, cocaine embarrass ya

"Buy a fucking house before you get in a McLaren, yeah?"

I could list my cars and scars and all the bras I undid

But that don't mean I'm living one hundred

I guess I've always wondered, hardly a dumb kid

How'd you deal with riches when it's all said and done did?

From diddly-squat, piss in a pot on the rap scene

To top of the pops, win the lot with no tag team

Switch genres like drag queens and now I'm living pretty

Making music for myself, not a committee

So I'll make a couple tunes for my people

Just a couple little bangers you can reload

Plus I'm cutting down on all the Al Pacino

This one's for the unsung heroes

Now I've got some kids and a castle

What's that whip, boy? I just drove past you

I may be losing my marbles, but I'm still the same arsehole

I'll be buying you a drink at the bar, so...

Coronavirus got us all alone at home like Kevin McAllister

Can't go your local and can't go to Paris

Forget marriage, bruv, right now you can't marry her

Cut your double bed in half and put up a barrier

Then fantasise, maybe sanitise, go shopping in Morrison's

Where is the pasta? They're only stocking porridge on the shelf

Fuck whatever Boris on, just think about your health

It makes you wonder if this Mr Johnson ever liked us

Was treating all the Covid stuff like it was tonsillitis

I could talk for days about him, that's a waste of breath

Big up every single person at the NHS, and the rest