Redacted Virus (A.K.A. London Beaches II)

We gonna hit you with the sequel
We're going home
I literally can't leave
My isolated zone
So I thought I'd make a rap
And spit a few bars
About my misfortune
With my guitars
Redacted virus fricking sucks
It has no grace or style
I legally can't
Travel for awhile
God I miss everyone
Boredom is my friend
No touching is my quota
Soundtrack to my house
Is coughing all over
Bye bye taste
Hello waste
My room's just a messy
Like the state of the UK government
Oi Bojo
Your boy's low low
Cause lockdown is a no no
Since Matt got the sack of the job
It's getting harder for you
Hiding being a snob
Lemme hit it
Alright
Lemme update y'all on what's happening
My head keeps spinning
And I keep thinking
My passion is sinking
I'm bad at singing
But I'm still winning the big boy shillings
Thank you three-pound-twenty
Through streaming
We out