Im the king of the town Mr crazy,
creating the sound, there's still no love for me,
somebody rescue me,
Just rescue me,
Rescue me,
Rescue me

Skepta
They call me S-K-E-P-T-A,
Before i start i just wanna say,
Boy Better Know all day,
I got bumble bee's tryin to figure out how i got this buzz,
All i want is a kiss and a hug but somebody told specsavers i still cant see no love,
Days, month, years, blood, sweat, tears,
I walk the street of london facing my fears,
And everydays like [bad word] or dare,
So spin that bottle,
Cus if it lands on me, imma stay [bad word] to my word,
I dont want anymore respect than i deserve

Well i been breaking it down for you baby, [bad word] around i cant see no love for me,
somebody rescue me

Im the king of the town Mr crazy
creating the sound, theres still no love for me,
Somebody rescue me,
Just rescue me,
Rescue me,
Rescue me

Skepta
Just, no ceiling, no doors, i walk all over the beat,
No floors i tell a hater i love you loads,
Tell a supporter how i love you more,
And they say ive changed, I say im making a change,
I left the road making a brand new lane,

Still i get no thank you, no round of applause,
So i keep on driving, im upset but i keep on smiling,
And when i get knocked down i get back on my two feet and i keep on fighting,
I sacrifice still privacy so i can live my dream what a irony,
Cus now my reality is far from the place i would like to be,

Well i been breaking it down for you baby, [bad word] around i cant see no love for me
somebody rescue me

Im the king of the town Mr crazy
creating the sound
theres still no love for me
somebody rescue me
Just rescue me