Lyrics:
London dungeon to a Paradise
So happy that these Flights opened up my eyes
London dungeon to a Paradise
So happy that these Flights opened up my eyes
L O Y A L T Y
I see some opps
You think they friends but they all in disguise
That shit is fucked up
What y'all live by
If it ain't loyalty then send
up]
Give it up we want to live it up [give it up]
Give it up for the most slept on since pepto bis when
time warner let go prince
Ridin by betta get yo
Lately I’m having rich dreams
Life
Style
I’m tryna live my life in style
Cause you know that I’m up right now (Yeah)
Lately I’m having rich dreams
Lately
close wit the rhymes that you wrote
Don't be mad cause you broke
let me clear my throat ah huh ah huh
John Forte grab the mic roots sway it this way
From Hubert Montague Crackanthorpe's Vignettes (1896):
I'm gonna drown myself in London's lost rivers
I will walk down to the rain
I have sat there
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
Hook
Vacations in Paris, make love and live lavish
Italian villas and the dinners is magic
The richest of fabrics, you want it, have it
London
I chose to live this life, I be stickin this dick up in these hoes hoes
'Til a couple of bitches bitches get caught by they niggaz
Niggaz
under the pit
So it's musty and the pistol sittin' comfy
I put my right hand up to God
My first drive-by was on the
Two pegs of a honkey
We was teenagers,
bring down the house in every city we play
Just from pickin' up the mic' in a usual way
We rock and talk with a bass that's funny
We could even tear it up
My Night
Written by Anthony Parker
Verse 1
Woke up in a room that I don’t know clothes on and I’m headed for the window feel a hand on my back like
naked papers
You can tell a cat serious about rap and it ain't luck
If 20 years after his first single, his name's stuck
From '74 to '99, did novice
mad 'cause you broke, let me clear my throat
John Forte grab the mic, roots sway it this way
I more than just a rhymer you still a small timer
Hopin'
and BBS's on tinted Saab's was getting robbed
I'm 20 in, still outside, don't ask for it
That parched up from here on, that half moon is that Nas cut
We
on my lap
Get that paper, my plug, he sent that pack from Bahamas
It's uncut like the 80's, 17 still my number
Candy paint on my door, Jesus piece on my
legend
Cuz I did it on my own
My head up in the clouds
Ima 90's baby
Hope I live till I'm like 80
But these streets been really crazy
But I'm here for now
that I got with you
Cause you was really out my league
Thought we'd be John Legend & Chrissy T
Keith Powers & Destiny
But it ain't work out how expected
the OG knowledge nippers, every beat immense when comma's
Get to my wallet I'm on it, if they won't cough I won't catch on
Oh my god F is profiting from
the phone
The choppa it clap at his
Face, gotta rearrange bones
He looking like Joan
Wait, who that at the door? Nah, we good
Set up by a whore, he got put up
extraordinary Don't listen to John, we not ordinary
But just like John, we legendary living up to this fucking legend can be very scary
But don't worry, baby, I
the roof
The tale of magnificent king who came from the nooks
Of the wild magnolia, mother of many soldiers
We live by every single word she ever told us
With the Master Gee it's all the way live
At the age of six I was a picking up sticks
Rapping to the beat my stick was fixed
At the age of seven I was
a vaccine now but I still ain't takin' it (God)
We all saw that nurse who passed out from that shit
Live on TV, miss me with that funny shit
I don't trust
Discuss these live it up live from the scala london by john legend Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In