Example - Paperclips (Isolation Freestyle) lyrics
[Example - Paperclips Isolation Freestyle lyrics]
It's the return of the EG
Or as my mum likes to call me, Elliot!
I don't really know what you expect from me
I've only ever done what's ever
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 (Ayy)
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 you unsung heroes
And 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 (Kevin)
Can't go your local and can't go to Paris
(Nah) 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 (What?)
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
And the rest yeah, NHS
Big up your chest (Ahh)
I'm going back to house music after this one
Or maybe not bye!
Or as my mum likes to call me, Elliot!
I don't really know what you expect from me
I've only ever done what's ever
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 (Ayy)
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 you unsung heroes
And 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 (Kevin)
Can't go your local and can't go to Paris
(Nah) 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 (What?)
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
And the rest yeah, NHS
Big up your chest (Ahh)
I'm going back to house music after this one
Or maybe not bye!