Extra Mile

[Intro: Example]

(Ayy, ayy, ayy)

Got out the wrong side of my bed this morning

Na, na, na

(Ayy, ayy, ayy)

Ayy, ayy, ayy

[Chorus: Example, Fekky]

Got out the wrong side of my bed this morning

Wish I never ever left my bed (My bed)

Right these issues and the bits need sorting

Meet the demons in my head (Yeah)

How long's the road you’re prepared to walk down? (Yeah)

Walk down (Fekky)

'Cause I'll go that extra mile that you just can’t do (The extra mile, bruv)

You can't do (Trust me)

[Verse 1: Fekky]

I've been going hard for a minute (Ayy), hashtag winning (Let's go)

I coulda done it before but my heart weren't in it (Fekky)

Someone told me before, bro, I might have done it different (Ayy)

But I'm cool in this Bentley, I could have been in prison

Imprisoned by a council (Council)

I told Example, we gotta make an example (Ayy)

They say we don't know how to act

How they actin' like it’s our fault?

Bunch of arseholes

We were chippin’ in for petrol

Now we pull up, it's a car show

I see the haters, I just sidestep

Step over, over your head

We call it nutmeg when your girl opens her legs

That’s a red card, I don't talk, talk to the ref (Trust me)

I'm a striker, you'll never catch me, me on the bench (Ayy)

Woke up from the bed this morning

[?], I’ll have a tea with two sugars (Fekky) (Ayy)

You wish you could (Yeah) (Ayy)

Watch it [?]

We're all tryna make it out so what you trappin' for?

Man, you got boxed in your mouth, what you chattin' for?

The smile on my face when I got mummy a whip

But you wouldn't know shit 'cause I ain't post it (F)

[Chorus: Example]

Got out the wrong side of my bed this morning

Wish I never ever left my bed (My bed)

Right these issues and the bits need sorting

Meet the demons in my head (My head)

How long's the road you're prepared to walk down?

Walk down

'Cause I'll go that extra mile that you just can't do (Ayy)

You can't do

[Verse 2: Example]

Always wanted to be accepted

Pass the test, suspected brainiac

Not a calculated maniac

My calculator game was mad

And you can blame my dad, my numbers game was strong

Not a random one who wants to be a millionaire with all the grands I've won

Despite the grams for fun, proud of the man I've become

But if you stepped on my family's doorstep, I'll knee your Mr Anderson

Hand it to you son, you left The Matrix, real shit, not fake tricks

Not close to Dynamo, you flashed your cards you bait prick

I'm a pro-life Stephen Manderson, I've gotta hand it to him

He's nearly died so many times [?] plans are done

Just stating big facts and now I got Big Feks

You're getting bitch slapped, you'll feel a bit less

So deep that, I digress

I put the "Ex" in "Extra mile" and "Ex" into "Example"

Like that time after my arena show when I gave your ex a sample

Hope you've got the minerals, son, 'cause this will test your arsehole

We'll shoot and hit the crossbar, broken metatarsal

I'm just a desperado, giving it bare bravado

I'll do anything I need, protect my precious cargo

It's an embargo, like Margot, I'm a Robbie

Take your festival fee, it was a hobby

Now you're getting the best off of me, fuck off

[Chorus: Example, Professor Green]

Got out the wrong side of my bed this morning

Wish I never ever left my bed (My bed)

Right these issues and the bits need sorting

Meet the demons in my head (My head)

How long's the road you're prepared to walk down?

(Hmm, I used to play with the demons under my bed)

Walk down (Hmm)

'Cause I'll go that extra mile that you just can't do (You can't)

You can't do (Listen)

[Verse 3: Professor Green]

Of course I'm on course, I know where I'm heading now

Where I lay my head's my home but I don't feel like bedding down (Mm-mm)

You ain't a king if you were never crowned

Right side, wrong side, what side? My bed is round (Ha)

Spin under the bed, money on the bed (Ching, ching)

What makes you think I won't put money on your head? (Ching, ching)

Drake shit, half a milli just to sleep well

Hallways in depth, the devil's in the details

Retail, up and awake whenever my line pops (Brrt)

I'll recline when I'm dead and my mind stops ticking

But until then, all my rhymes pop like a .9 pops

There's bullet holes in the chips off of my block

When the lies stop, the day that my heart ain't in here

Way before you hear a verse and the bars ain't wicked

Picture me putting out something that's mediocre

Mediocre, I might sleep with her but she ain't sleeping over

Tea drinker, deep thinker, weed smoker

Dancing along, my Via Dolorosa

[Outro: Professor Green]

Hold up (Hold up)

Yeah (Wanna make this right)

Tea drinker, deep thinker, weed smoker

Dancing along, my Via Dolorosa

Ain't getting closer, if it's it then it's-

One more time

I'm a ea drinker, deep thinker, weed smoker

Dancing along, my Via Dolorosa

Ain't getting closer, if it's it then it's then it's it

My eyes are redder than the cherry at the end of my spliff

Done