Lyrics:
a headache and im so poetic
And life is a madness
London is pretty
This city is butters this city is both
I call it my home and its live,
Days will go by
a headache and im so poetic And life is a madness
London is pretty
This city is butters this city is both
I call it my home and its live,
Days will go by
a station
Then it's no comment, no comment, no comment
They can keep me to the sunrise
From littering to gun crime
The code that I live by I die by
Man you
a ghost writing
Tension goes up, I'm always saying it's our last session
We're playing this by playin' me
People hate me, people hate me
Longer problem,
the sea
A rose in her hair, a gleam in her eyes
And love in her heart for me
I work in a London bank, respectable position
From nine to three they
the sea
A rose in her hair, a gleam in her eyes
And love in her heart for me
I work in a London bank, respectable position
From nine to three they
the sea A rose in her hair, a gleam in her eyes And love in her heart for me I work in a London bank, respectable position From nine to three they
the wilder'
Live from an empire builder
Empire builder
Live from an empire builder
I shake my fist at the very same gate
That I would've climbed up
Bitch, I'm Bruce Wayne in the game
You just perpetrating from the side line
What it feel like? (Huh)
Metaphor game too silly
Punch lines way too silly
the sea
A rose in her hair, a gleam in her eyes
And love in her heart for me
I work in a London bank, respectable position
From nine to three they
ride
Not passing the j don't ask if I'm fried
Driving sober saves lives
That's why I'm in the passenger seat getting high
Love in my heart my girl by
our beds
Eat off our plates, take a walk in our shoes
Look at the world from our view try to live by our rules
Drink the same water we do, put
and screwed
I got the livest crew
I'm doin numbers every summer man I got to do
Pots and pans when I do my dance
See my pants they come from France
Bitches
I hate Chineses hate Ukrainians and that fucking London
There are as many people in this city as there are sperms in a condom
I fucking hate
Live or die by the shot
I been trying to win
Got me dying a lot
I been eyeing your friends
I been trying to stop
This the life that we live
Live
- social worker
London boy rolling with that burner
Rolling with the- looking for, murder
I said it
No, I don't regret it
This is the truth so accept
in the Benz'o sippin' XO
From the Don to God's Son, the Project Prophet, the live one
The father of Destiny, Knight's pops, Will's man
Jungle's
love, no love
And hate, cuz love don't live here
NO love, no love? (It's like I'm missin' her love)No love, no love, nope
No, love don't live here
Can't
the heat
By that ignorance, bliss and sin
The earth burned by the sun
The feelings and passions flaring in the wind
A salty breeze tickles my skin
While I
Waiting for trial they really put my brother in the bin, crazy
Council flats hide & seek I'm playing by the bins
South London two wrongs a right we live
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
, to live, to live without regret
I got a black cloud that follows me, the rain it falls on me
The hurricane of life always try to swallow me
Tempted by
Guidelines that keep niggas inside of fabrics
Commissioned by the state, I skate by the masters
Like "Yoo-hoo" with a new-new ridin' passenger
Shout out Oak
confined
In wires or nine to fives
Or borderline
Suicidal and traumatized
By evil lives or knives
We let into our fragile minds
Our lives controlled by suits
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