I've heard your songs
they speak of your struggle to be free
I see the way you've convinced everyone
that you're from the streets
The way you drop your H's and miss out all the T's
But I see straight through you
your privilege is plain to see
And it's all the make-believe that I can't stand
But the kudos that you've gained
helps to market your brand
You say "I'm so working class, I grew up with nothing and it was tough round our way"
But I can spot class appropriation from a mile away
