Popular Fashion - Devlin

I’ll spit drugs and there’s more son

You couldn’t make the cut if you got bored up by a bora

So big that it’s more of a sword bruv sore luck

Tell them that they’re all fucked

Warmed up, I even sweat yet, I might send for myself on my death bed

There’s only one MC here that could run up on a record then end my career

Charismatic shoot drugs from the larynx

A grime addict, I’m headlights you’re rabbits

Tell 'em it’s a wrap when I’m rapping, no slacking

I’m sending you campers packing for a break, crystal lake

No brekkie in bed just chopping and hacking

My worst nightmare’s to be labelled same as shit and popular fashion

Fuck popular fashion (fashion)

Fuck popular fashion (popular fashion)

Fuck popular fashion (fashion fashion)

Fuck popular fashion (popular fashion)

I don’t wanna look like, sound like anyone

Write one lyric in my book like any cunt

I don’t wanna replicate no-one that came before me

In my brain from very young

I was on my own thing, twilights when I zoned in

And wrote bars and songs you’d know when the moonlight glow

When a lot of others stuck to the road thing

Think you know Jim, you don’t know shit

You ain’t crawled through hell with broke limbs

And got dirty like workers digging out coal pits

Just to be heard in the Bronx of grime

East London the dirtiest side

Where the thieves and the vermin thrive

And you don’t get nowhere, so

Fuck popular fashion (fashion)

Fuck popular fashion (popular fashion)

Fuck popular fashion (fashion fashion)

Fuck popular fashion (popular fashion)

Man up, woman up, be good enough a DJ’s gotta pull it up

If it ain’t your all then it’s never good enough

Never be a fraud, be cool then it’s love

When you’re crying out like babies blubbering

Then I’m on hand like a turtle dove

To bring them more than an amateur can

So I deserve and earned your trust

I’m no let down, you’ve heard me, you’ve seen how I get down

COVID I put the scene on lockdown

from the Chinese, let Devs out

No curing, you’ve seen how I spread 'round

Bet a lot of men dream that I’m dead now

Wanna put the red beam on my head now

Self-belief believe I’m best out

Fuck the rest now!

Fuck popular fashion (fashion)

Fuck popular fashion (popular fashion)

Fuck popular fashion (fashion fashion)

Fuck popular fashion (popular fashion)

First loser is second best

I want top, not second or third nor less

Think you’re a boss get dropped in a sec

Then robbed for your god damn fame and respect

You wanna bet, get spun like roulette one dart

I’m bringing the sun to an end

You can’t question the lungs in my chest

Breathing fire, the dragon’s on set

There’s no need to imagine it

Feel the heat when I lean on talentless

MCs stuck on repeat

Well let me show you what a creature of habit is

Me at a level that’ll never drop

Something like a head teacher I tell them off

Jumped heavy with your bird and I’m getting off

On the fact that I’m the man you can never stop

Fuck popular fashion (fashion)

I don’t jump on the wagon (jump on the wagon)

Fuck popular fashion (fashion)

I don’t jump on the wagon

Fuck popular fashion