I got, things to do and people to see/ And as soon as I get to the place I’m needing to leave/ Cos I’m late for the place that I’m meaning to be/ Before getting to mine in time, for eating my tea/ Then I’ve got evening plans, the next day comes/ Another million things that need to get done/ I’ll rest at some point, won’t that be fun/ Right now I’m behind and I’m needing to run// Get a wriggle on… Get a wriggle on and put down your phone stop scrolling through/ Standing round like you got nowt to do/ Your parents gave the whole world to you/ The least you can do is change your attitude/ And start acting like your life matters, I haven’t/ Still making music I barely like rapping/ How embarrassing is this? I’m a lyricist/ Here’s some poetry to prove that I exist/ We’re fragile, and in a rush to live/ Get through this life that has much to give/ Take what you can, you were once just six/ And you wake up today and (..) that’s it// Get a wriggle on… Get a wriggle on you’ve not got long before ya drop comms/ If your jobs wrong sack it and jog on/ If you’ve found what you wanna do/ In crowds or in solitude/ Don’t stop, even if there’s thousands in front of you/ Head down, get ahead of the pack/ Beating yourself up when you’re better than that/ Don’t listen to chat from mouths of the miserable twats/ They’ll tell you it’s not possible: this is a trap/ Mainly in creativity this will apply/ As soon as people say you’re wrong – you’re probably right/ If people say you can’t, then you probably can/ But better do it while you have time, this is the plan// Get a wriggle on… Get a wriggle on like you know you’re late/ If you’re usually moving your time is at a slower rate/ And there’s no escape/ From the time ending gotta seize each chance that you can take/ There’s bastards to evade/ People see you moving and do what they can to slow your pace/ Slag you off and say/ “You look stupid stop moving you loser and you’ll never make/ What you’re trying to make”, keep your eye on these snakes/ Cos they might even say, they’re just trying to be mates/ See you flying away, act like child in a way/ Wanna keep you grounded instead of finding some space/ And once you’re skyborne, you might be a fraud/ Everyone who does anything was once quite unsure/ But one thing’s certain, time is short/ Live life before worms are round your corpse/ …Getting a wriggle on//