Lyrics:
I'm sitting on a chair and I'm stuck to the wood
And I'm sitting in Sloane Square, running on empty
My face is a mess and my eyes are wild
There's a man
London Bop
I do my London Bop
Go get money up top go home go Sloane then London shop
Anywhere inside the m25 that's my little London spot
I ain't
round, when you stand up i just fall down
Cause the boys weren't the only ones who adored your long hair the most, Sloane
Do you know what you do? Do you
night I was in the club
Getting bare love but I never see you there
Last night I was in Sloane
Shopping on my own but I never see you there
I never see
always busy
Really busy
Busy, busy
Oh, hairdresser on fire
All around Sloane Square
And you're just so busy
Busy, busy
Busy scissors
Oh,
Always Been My Own Boss
Man Can't Call Me No Worker
Og's Use To Try Question Me To Go Cunch
But that convo never went further
Sloane Or Knightsbridge
Cause you made this feel like home, Sloane
I'm guess I'm glad you didn't know what it feels like
Cause it feels horrible to lose this kind of love
And I
bitch named Sloane (crack, crack, crack, crack)
I'm gettin' that cheese, no provolone
I'll send a selfie when I land in Rome (uhh)
Aye fuck your nigga, he
breakfast in bed
Watching the sunrise
Show me the way, she takes off her dress
Love in the downtime
Please don't go
Oh, I need you Sloane
Your body's
to the pub
Of rockabilly boys
Camera crews in Flood Street
For the election
Mohican's, Sloane's
Clones go their own way
You packed up your stuff
And I
on the street, on the square like Sloane
Still grown, still running these laps
It got real when I lost both caps
Learnt that jewellery ain't shit
So I can't just
Lillian Sloane she walks alone
Clothed in her best Sunday best
Adorned does she go
in her jewels of no worth
To surrender a spirit aggrieved
see me on Sloane Street doing up Prada
The way I son these yutes you would think that I’m doing up farda
Kill dead vibes yeah I’m moving smarter
No
chelsea
No one's asking me for favors
No one's looking for a savoir
They're too busy saving me
(repeat chorus)
I've seen a lone,sloane ranger drive
and they all come on board
At sloane square and south kensington stations.
And bound on that journey you find your attorney
(who started this morning from
Overpopulated but the city is a ghost town
Keep a little real ones with me
When it goes down
Lack of diversity, I think about Sloane now
Only reason I would
Don't think about them it doesn't pay
My drunken guitar Sloane Square tube
Falling backwards me and you
Tumbling over to the floor
You cried inside
chillt
Eure Art trinken Hasseröder Premium Pils
Das ist kein B-movie-film damit ihr Bescheid wisst
Deutschraps Kurt Sloane der euch hier am Mic disst
to hear the holy ramage
I don't mind a little ear damage
Henry Sloane in my soca soul
I'm not ashamed to say I want rock & roll
I'd like to hear some
Been in the Stu ain't nothing new
I feel like I'm in my zone
I feel like I'm Bueller, don't do my schoolwork
Now I just need me a Sloane
Took a deep
things you lost all your patience
You know, Sloane be asking bout her Wella
And till this day I just don't know what to tell her
So I be tearing up while
tripping
Everything ain't what it seems
We working hard not wishing
This started third grade, Ms. Sloane
Visitation BVM
Wrote my first song
Nobody taking me
Sloane street where we cop more
Louis V in the trap house
Got bottles in the bandoe
Take a zip while we whip more
Fling a bit in the Pyrex
This is
VOCAL : Jenifer Bartoli/Marc Lavoine/Gérard Darmon/Isabelle Boulay
Reprise Peter & Sloane
Regarde, le jour se lève
Dans la tendresse sur la ville
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