Back On The Market Lyrics - Professor Green

Who's saying names? 

Who thinks they're fucking clever? 

You ain't a bloke, you're a bird 

And I'm back to ruffle feathers 

They call me the professor 

Though I never got a degree 

But right now, anything's possible 

Leicester were top of the league 

I'm having a party, like Jamie Vardy 

I'm celebrating too 

Cause somebody gave me an E 

Why would I break it in two? 

I don't do things by halves 

A wholly is as holy as I get 

Take care of you and your dargs 

What you know about me? I'm a vet 

I can kill, I don't play, I rap skilled 

I quit rap and then I got a tax bill 

Heap up, better speed up 

Speak on it, better speak up 

Don't worry about what I'm lean off 

Or pee'd off cause I'm P'd up 

Pigs took away my license 

You see all that laughter? Dead it 

Cause last July, when I got a new whip 

Parked it outside the police station 

Waited till I seen that pig and then revved it 

Commotion, I'm bursting 

Somebody hand me a little potion 

What's the motion [?], feel a lot of demotion 

Feel a lot of emotion 

I'm emotive 

Anybody saying they're the boss has since been demoted 

What? Demotion 

Look, it's hard out here in these times 

These guys have got no hope 

Their flow's coke, it's been stepped on 

Like three times, they've got weak lines 

Dead lines, they've got no shots 

These shots at me? I mean, these swines 

I grew up in E5 

Where you hear shots and then police sirens 

Your girl's a groupie, blud 

I see her preeing me 

Your life's a movie, but 

It went straight to DVD 

I'm still the pro, bro 

I'm still a fiend 

So who's got all the pills? 

Somebody spill the beans 

Blimey, I'm grimy 

The way I'm rhyming just might be 

The reason all of these hot spices 

Wanna season my meat 

It's all about the timing 

Don't watch mine 

Just went and copped a new watch 

To make up for lost time 

I've got a new watch, it's a Hublot 

Or is it Hublot? Fuck it, who knows 

I'm lying anyway, it's an AP 

Don't make me get old school, put on my AP 

Big up Time, big up AP 

Virgin ain't the label that pays me 

Virgin ain't the label that pays me 

Virgin ain't the label- 

Back in it, give me the jab like a vaccine and 

Sit back and relax a bit 

As I strap you in and inject the vaccination 

You ain't ever gonna rap dissing 

Keep practising 

You never know, it might pay off 

If you see Jammz or Ethan 

Know that it's day dot 

Badboys from day, from day, no, day 

Army? Are you barmy 

You'll need an army to harm me 

PG, but I yell out "cunt" 

On live TV like Harvey 

"Hello, you cunt" 

I said hello, you cunt, not Ella, you cunt 

But Ella's a cunt 

You can tell I'm a cunt, one hell of a cunt 

Cause I tend to get ahead of myself 

So full of shit, I need an enema 

I would rather listen to Enya 

Than any of you on my stereo 

Wickedest ting to come out of my area 

It's Pro, dig a hole, I'll bury ya 

Why in the world would I ever remarry her? 

Marry her? I've got all these hoes in the barrier 

Give me that spliff and let me spark it 

Boy, I ain't even started 

I don't miss any exes 

I'm always on the target 

Scarlet in my glass 

With a whip that'll make you car-sick 

Footloose and fancy free 

Yeah, I'm back on the market 

A platinum artist 

But I'll still [?] on your carpet 

Back on the market 

Piss on your parade 

Back on the market 

Money can't buy you class 

Back on the market 

But it can buy you class A 

Back on the market 

Related 

The 18 Greatest Revenge Songs of All Time 

POPULAR SONG: Travis Scott 'HIGHEST IN THE ROOM' - LYRICS 

NEW SONG: DaBaby - 'Vibez' - LYRICS