I stay hidden cos my hidey hole holds my whole hope/ … Everything under one roof, I don’t go/ Out, poking my nose in a globe I can’t control/ I’m never satisfied when I’m too far from home/ But, if you don’t challenge your boundaries then you’re bound to be/ Floundering round ‘till you drown in the ground you seem/ So attached to defend/ No good asking if Ben/ Will make a lasting attempt/ To write a rap without friends/ Cos I need the support, if I’m conceiving a thought/ Need people to agree with it before I even record/ I got noooooo self esteem anymore/ And as I withdraw from society, it’s weakening more/ Cos basically I’m an ego maniac who thrives on feedback/ Forget that, but remember every time someone called me crap/ A tree sap of a 6ft3 chap/ Who needs enemies with inner monologues like we have?// CHORUS x2 Nobody, that’s who, I’m unremarkable/ My generation, that’s Who, I’m unremarkable/ Got a few tattoos, I’m unremarkable/ Did ok at school, I’m unremarkable// (Gotta do a second verse)… I forgot how to write ‘em/ So used to doing one verse and hoping to God it’s inspiring/ And nine times out of ten it’s probably not/ Even this might end up deleted from my desktop/ I hate being in the same place when people play my music/ Make sense of that, I know I was born to do this/ But you play my new ish with me in the room/ And I’ll either cringe, turn it off, or leave ‘till you do/ Happy for people to play it though, fill your boots/ I’m proud enough of the sound of it, I mainly cringe at you/ Cos I’m expecting you to take it in but know that you can’t/ For example I wrote this track at 1 AM in the dark/ And changed this word and that word and made sure it fitted/ And the first time you play it, all that work’s done in minutes/ And you can judge it like a piece of art/ Up to you if it leaves a mark/ And that’s why I love it when people start/ With that whole “rap is too fast for me” malarkey/ “I don’t mind the music but only partly/ The guy saying words kinda ruined the party”/ And we turn up to headline they say, “who are we?”// CHORUS x2 … Well, kinda did and didn’t/ In middle school my folks thought not enough shits were given/ So I’d do work set for me to up my level/ It gave the impression I was more intelligent than the rebels/ But a little home schooling only takes you so far/ And I paid attention less cos I thought I was smart/ …And people caught up while I slowed right down/ Thought I’d regret it but I don’t right now/ A degree gets you nothing but debt/ Debt gets you nothing but vexed/ Being vexed gets you nothing but stressed/ Being stressed gets you nothing but death/ And I love living: it’s the best, there’s not enough of it left/ But I’ve bin wallowing a few years with family issues/ Coulda done an album tryna make you grab your tissues/ But I’d rather stay upbeat, with my usual grin/ And make people say, “ExP!… I don’t know who that is”//