Redacted Virus (A.K.A. London Beaches II) (12 Extended Remix) Lyrics

We gonna hit you with the sequel

We're going home

I literally can't leave

My isolated zone

So I thought I'd make a rap

And spit a few bars

About my misfortune

With my guitars

Redacted virus fricking sucks

It has no grace or style

I legally can't

Travel for awhile

God I miss everyone

Boredom is my friend

No touching is my quota

Soundtrack to my house

Is coughing all over

Bye bye taste

Hello waste

My room's just a messy

Like the state of the UK government

Oi Bojo

Your boy's low low

Cause lockdown is a no no

Sincе Matt got the sack of the job

It's getting hardеr for you

Hiding being a snob

Lemme hit it

Alright

Lemme update y'all on what's happening

You want another verse

For the rap without a curse?

I get you, I see you

Let's see what I can do

Boris out of line

Corona still in decline

Ain't looking Priti here

Patel what a prick

My flu may be gone

But man was it long

I'm glad you liked this

One single song

I can't rhyme nor rap

To save my life

It's time for this chap

To stop his strife

Well my head keeps spinning

And I keep thinking

My passion is sinking

I'm bad at singing

But I'm still winning the big boy shillings

Thank you three-pound-twenty

Through streaming

We out