Average Worker - Wiley

I heard somebody say I’m not a king

Let me remind them about the wickedest ting

Got caught in the love trap, wickedest spling

Now I run up on the stage with the wickedest spling

I’ve got the wickedest rings

But I don’t really want them anymore

I’m a definition of a wrongin

Any trying adapt snake boys, I’ve already got 'em

If there wasn’t a Wiley, wouldn’t be a Dot Rotten

But where’s all the grime fans?

Here, I’ve got 'em

Watching EastEnders, I saw Nick Cotton

Laugh out loud and see how your favourite team escape bottom

Can’t even watch 'em, I read the paper

03 paper, call me the saviour

I’m gonna stop 'em

Some man run around town with a whole heap of shots in your pocket

And they can’t shot 'em

I work more than your average worker

And I murk more than your average merker

So I don’t hype when I see man hyping

Don’t work enough, you’re an average worker

I work more than your average worker

And I murk more than your average merker

So I don’t hype when I see man hyping

Don’t work enough, you’re an average worker

I just bad 'em up, bad 'em up

Dance hall drag 'em up

Some man leaving when your girl ain’t had enough

That’s gonna result in you getting badded up

Stay away from gyal that are madded up

Uncle thinks he’s rough, he’s got a carrier for me

Don’t worry, we’re here to make money

A toilet in Australia’s a

When I watch, saw your barrier

World-wide traveler, might need a manager

Got a music lawyer for the minute

Because I wanna make money like Gerrard and Carragher

Cold weather, man came through ballied up

Wouldn’t ever take another life, wouldn’t tally up

Now, back then I would’ve rallied up

Learnt a couple of things in beef

There’s no winner, so I’d rather do this

Get my money up

I work more than your average worker

And I murk more than your average merker

So I don’t hype when I see man hyping

Don’t work enough, you’re an average worker

I work more than your average worker

And I murk more than your average merker

So I don’t hype when I see man hyping

Don’t work enough, you’re an average worker

I heard somebody say I’m not a king

Let me remind them about the wickedest ting

Got caught in the love trap, wickedest spling

Now I run up on the stage with the wickedest spling

I’ve got the wickedest rings

But I don’t really want them anymore

I’m a definition of a wrongin

Any trying adapt snake boys, I’ve already got 'em

If there wasn’t a Wiley, wouldn’t be a Dot Rotten

But where’s all the grime fans here?

I’ve got 'em

Watching EastEnders, I saw Nick Cotton

Laugh out loud and see how your favourite team escape bottom

Can’t even watch 'em, I read the paper

03 paper, call me the saviour

I’m gonna stop 'em

Some man run around with a whole heap of shots in your pocket

And they can’t shot 'em

I work more than your average worker

And I murk more than your average merker

So I don’t hype when I see man hyping

Don’t work enough, you’re an average worker

I work more than your average worker

And I murk more than your average merker

So I don’t hype when I see man hyping

Don’t work enough, you’re an average worker

I work more than your average worker

And I murk more than your average merker

So I don’t hype when I see man hyping

Don’t work enough, you’re an average worker

I work more than your average worker

And I murk more than your average merker

So I don’t hype when I see man hyping

Don’t work enough, you’re an average worker