[Intro] (Soft UK garage beat) (Spoken word) Yeah... Keep your Mayfair, keep your hype. I got exactly what I like. Look. [Verse 1] (Fast rhythmic flow) Timeline’s bait: Dubai, Mykonos, the slopes, Girls sipping oat matcha, manifesting their hopes. Chasing Canary Wharf boys with a Rollie on the wrist, Every second girl’s got the filler in her kiss. They're charging up crystals, begging for a Dyson, I’m on the balcony, oversized fleece like I’m Tyson. Watching you fix up the fuse in the hall, Realised I won the lottery, took the whole draw. [Pre-Chorus] (Melodic build-up) Let ‘em say love is ‘bout Harrods and bags, Need a G-Wagon to boast and to brag. I don’t give a toss ‘bout the price or the hype, One kiss from you and it's altering my life. [Catchy Chorus] (Explosive pop energy) We don’t need Mayfair, no Michelin plates, When we are snogging right by the estates! Two wings and chips from the bossman late night, Nothing about us is fake, it’s just right! My superhero, no Gucci or Prada, I look at you and I don’t need nada! Leave all the drama for reality TV, You’re the best plotline that happened to me! [UKG Bass Drop] (Heavy bouncy bass) (Oh-oh-oh) Better than Mayfair, baby! (Oh-oh-oh) Real love, ain't it crazy? Just me and you. [Verse 2] (Bouncy rhythmic flow) You ain't dropping receipts from The Ivy for show, But you hold my cold hands when the temperature's low. Night Tube, Central Line, top deck of the bus, I'm happier than girls making a digital fuss. They got the ring lights, the filters, the styling, You look at me looking dusty, and smiling. Flu season, no makeup, just my pyjamas... You can't buy this with wonga, forget all the dramas. [Pre-Chorus] (Melodic build-up) Let ‘em say love is ‘bout Harrods and bags, Need a G-Wagon to boast and to brag. I don’t give a toss ‘bout the price or the hype, One kiss from you and it's altering my life. [Catchy Chorus] (Explosive pop energy) We don’t need Mayfair, no Michelin plates, When we are snogging right by the estates! Two wings and chips from the bossman late night, Nothing about us is fake, it’s just right! My superhero, no Gucci or Prada, I look at you and I don’t need nada! Leave all the drama for reality TV, You’re the best plotline that happened to me! [Bridge] (Atmospheric breakdown) (Quiet intimate vocals) Let them chase the paper... Let them chase the views... I’ve got the jackpot, sitting here with you. No filters, no flashes, no fake designer tags. You’re the richest thing I have. [Build-up] (Drum fill) One, two, three, let's go! [Final Chorus] (Max energy) (Choir backing vocals) We don’t need Mayfair, no Michelin plates, When we are snogging right by the estates! Two wings and chips from the bossman late night, Nothing about us is fake, it’s just right! My superhero, no Gucci or Prada, I look at you and I don’t need nada! Leave all the drama for reality TV, You’re the best plotline that happened to me! [Outro] (Music fading) Yeah, best plotline... Keep your Rollies, boys. I'm good. (Kiss sound) [Fade Out] [End]
