Big Michael Stormzy

[Intro]
Ayy, yo, Stormzy, G
I beg you, G, release music, fam
'Cause you know what? It’s gettin' me so mad, fam
Michael, what's wrong with you?
Fuckin’ pussio
Release some fuckin' music, man, dickhead
Big Michael
And it's like

[Verse 1]
Said I went mainstream, suck your mum (Mum, mum)
Not top two, top one (Top one, top one, top one)
Man must have thought I was dumb
What the fuck have you lot done? (Oh my days, oh my days)
Shellins
I made juice, life gave me lemons
You little fuckboys do my head in
Henry VIII, behead 'em, 'head 'em, 'head 'em
Can’t tell where I’m headin' (No)
Could be Glasto’, could be Reading (Yes)
I was on the field like Beding (Beding)
Dead him, dead him, dead him, dead him
Big Mike, I'm handlin' my weight
Big Mike, I'm standin’ with the greats
One week it's "Blinded By Your Grace"
Next week it's bang you in your face
Oh God, they love to wind me up
Got one by one, I line 'em up
Oh, you think you're Beckham? Try your luck
Big Michael's back, your time is up
Alright, check this