Hey, you all think you see me Never did this is Harry Houdini This is Bond with a stirred martini Not shookly that to a genie
Hey, oh really so sure I wasn't on your list before Now you kiss the floor, Mr. 4 star, 5 star Next best thing, irresistible
I got brand new socks Pack of 5, I've been down the shops Bring down your box 'cause she can't box me Try pigeon hole me and the pigeons better watch
Hop scotch, I've jumped on your what's hot Blog spot, I've reclaimed the top spot Came down and Kate Moss'd your top shop Now you feeling green with envy
This concerns you, where's your brain at? You claim that we all wear the same hat You ain't that cheap Biro somewhere else You ain't hurt me, this ain't the same track
Or the same chap, new chapter Open doors, rap velociraptor Paparazzi captured the action Papa's got a brand new bag
Try to find me, try refine me It don't matter, the kids still rewind me Time and time again I'll grind you Winding down your friends, Amen
Youtube views in, who's losing Don't give a damn, I'm on the new team I may mooz with a pound and shoe string We should make possible, now I'm Tom Crusing
Hey, there be no more rapping If there is then I'll keep it old fashioned Reckon I'll sing for the second switch size Like I'm picking and you still get a thrashing
You didn't like me in rap, so what? I didn't like me in rap So now I know just how that feels I ain't gonna show my rap skills, this is just chat, hey
And when you see me from space I can't wait for that look on your face And when you see me from space I can't wait for that look on your face
And when you look down, when you look down I look you dead in the eye And when you see me from space I can't wait for that look on your face
And when you look down And when you look down And when you look down And when you look down
I look you dead in the eye I look you dead in the eye I look you dead in the eye, oh why
Compositores: Alex James Smith, Elliot John Gleave (Example), Matthew Furmidge ECAD: Obra #4244440