Lyrics:
to the dungeons in Greater London
Be prepared cos people carry MACs
I still remember happy slapping
Now they're happy trapping happy stacking
And no faping cos I
like, "We goin' to London"
We used to walk inside the office give them people hell
I knew you was loyal when your partner went to jail
You never
like this
On this little bit of plastic this
Record reaches you at the end
Of a really gear year for us
And it's all due to you when
We made our first
ikkaku.
Chijo yonkai
Chika nikai no
Kono biru ga
Pizzicato five no
Office.
Sangai no
Office de wa
Sekai ju kara
Yatte kuru
Concert e ya
Party e no
Guest e
Piracy is piracy
If you sail the seven seas or surf the net
Record firms, they're making losses
Piracy is piracy
If you sail the seven seas
technically
I left the dope game with my record clean, huh
I turned the cocaína into champagne, huh
I cleaned up la madrina with the same soap, huh
Me
Thank you
So, on the new record you
Collaborate with everyone from
Like, Mark Hoppus from Blink
182 to Carly Rae, how
Do those collaborations come about?
Franklin Delano
Roosevelt confronted when he
Took office in 1933 the
Great Depression that had
Begun with the stock market crash of 1929 was
Now at it's
Everyone surrenders
Nobody has left this place
Any, other, way
I wanna get fucked up
Head fulla that knowledge
GPA bumped up
Clean record, no polish
All I
sex
God in in the office with its two kids on its desk
God is sick of giving more and always getting less
God is in the doctor's office filling fake
of thugged out militainment
I'm here to see the president of the record label
I believe his name is Mr.Isenhawk
I been out here quite some time
So, aww can you
the perfect man,
To help us hatch this plan!
Welcome to London!
We're cockneys!
And this is what cockneys wear!
Bodies watcha know 'bout bodies?
Nothing
the perfect man,
To help us hatch this plan!
Welcome to London!
We're cockneys!
And this is what cockneys wear!
Bodies watcha know 'bout bodies?
Nothing
seems later
Can this be my fate? Will there be nothing greater?
I go to the office and back on the freeway and then
I wake up in the morning to the voice
greater,
Catch me in the shop bossman knows im a payer, i tap once and walk out he says see you later. I should say that to my haters right now cos they
the president of the record label
I believe his name is Mr.Isenhawk.
I been out here quite some time.
So, aww can you let him know I been waiting.
And aww can he
REMIX! Rucka Rucka Ali
Ed Words! 1027 Detroit!
Pinegrove Records!
This one goes out to the (real) Americans!
I live in the street i live in a box
I
niggas won't stop me from making hits
Chase dreams never chase a chick
Look now I'm on my break records shit
I don't got time for you niggas
I don't got
betrayed by rough trade lies
Betrayed by lies
And you're sitting there in your London office, smug and warm
And you think that you've won
But just
betrayed by rough trade lies
Betrayed by lies
And you're sitting there in your London office, smug and warm
And you think that you've won
But just
accords lead to misconduct reports
(London Roddy-Jones can you please report to the office)
A boatload, so many you think detention is my abode
But I
betrayed by rough trade lies
Betrayed by lies
And you're sitting there in your London office, smug and warm
And you think that you've won
But just
under shoe, keeps it polished
Rippin' the beat, you know I'm done with it
They fallin' down like a London bridge
Note book in biology, Eying
how im rockin Vlone and Supreme
Search my bag and find my folders marked with mollys, percs, and beans
But I spat bars up in that office so my record
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