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I've seen kingdoms come and go
I fought through wars I didn't know
I rode a shooting star from Scotland
Anywhere that felt like home
Drove for hours

were chopping
Then I did that track by Loyle Carner
About this little island up in bonnie Scotland
I sat on stage, they lost it
Took a walk outside

Cold is the morn, up before sun
Trunk is packed, by dawn we'll be gone
From Glasgow to Greenock today

Then 62 days from Scotland to Quebec
Praying

by the substances that subdue minds
Giving up our worth to save Nibiru has become our lives
Their nature is of war indoctrinating in our culture

my bag (Huh)
I’m in a different lane, huh, I’m on a different wave

It’s the Shiny Kid from Scotland
No baby I ain’t got no bagpipe
Tryna get my bag

The temperature was rising, Scotland got a penalty
Denied by Brosnan, our green machine
Vera made a change and little did we know
Barrett would score with her big

we got there the fucking place was ruined

Oh, I haven't seen old Hitler for a hell of a time
He must have been buggered by a mine
But if he's

Employed this man in town
Four pounds every night
To commit crimes against the Crown
Look at the look in his eye
How could you stand and deny
By Jove Holmes

Scotland
To Birmingham and Liverpool
Driving all the way like a bloody fool

From Edinburgh down to York
Taking wrong turns at every fork
And everywhere

hard, being investigated by the Scotland yard
Smelting iron in Birmingham, far from London the golden land
Everybody's got me steamed alright, so I'm

lots , I got lots , I got lots
Lots of babes
Got it locked , I got guap , I got hot 
In ya face 
I got it good 
Written by : Donnelly K Antoine & Romel

Cold blows the wind o'er my true love
Cold blow the drops of rain
I never had but one true love and in Scotland he was slain
I'd do as much for my

c mile frae Pencaitland on the road tae the sea stands a yew tree a thousand years old, and the old women swear by the grey o' their hair that it

You can't test my styley
Unless your name's Skepta or Wiley
Only the big names stand by me, LDN
You know where to find me
None of these labels can

of Scotland was lying
for the story unfoldding will burn at your ears
and melt out the heart of a mountain
and the glens full of sheep
will be washed by my

graze
Got tired of Sativa
had to find a new haze
Blinded by lights on the stage
Often followed by
Sleepless nights in the flats
For the pay
My brothers

Loch Lomond

Cordelia's Dad

Cordelia's Dad

1990

By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes,
Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond
Where me and my true love were ever wont to gae,

Cause when I work with Hopsin, everybody who's hip
Is getting (killed | kilt) like a skirt from Scotland
Then I'll cock-back quicker than mouse traps

Blood Of Bannockburn

Sabaton

The Last Stand

2016

Now that our time has come to fight
Scotland must unite
We'll make a stand on Stirling ground
To put a challenge to the crown
We are one, we have

sick of calling she can't even get a text back 
He gave more to me than his fucking own kids 
He shipped them back to scotland like they wouldn't notice

Forever we're Fighting the World
Side by side on a crusade
The world we bring four Kings of Metal
Four Metal Kings death to the false ones
Dance on a string

Verse 1: 

I lay down bars by the milli-on

Maintain my par- uh! Far beyond

The average spitter- need this elixir

But mine's NaturAL- love my style

In a far distant land by a fair and golden strand
There I met a highland laddie in the morning
and he sang me a song as he proudly marched along
o'

kim bym chciał
Szacunku nie miałbym dla pań
Ostatni byłbym drań

I wszelki bym za sobą ślad
Zacierał najdokładniej tak
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