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the west
Nowhere is fairer for me
Than the rainy streets of old London
And the girl that I came home to see
Took the 14 to the west end, to catch up with my
Yeah, I'm on the run
Here I come, I'm with your mom (We got London On Da Track)

If the opp come, I get to squeezin' on the mop
I'm on the run,
it’s a restaurant
If we talking numbers
This week I met five girls now the Pressure on
But next week It’s just me time
Room service at the Fairmont
West
from home

For once the whole of London
Had shared some camaraderie
We dusted off our bikes and
Got some exercise for free
I had a lovely walk through
Eskibeat beater, A star reader
4 times community service breacher
Back to court, facing jail the case beater
Robbery, burglary
Dad got nicked 'cause of me
A star reader
4 times community service breacher
Back to court, facing jail the case beater
Robbery, burglary
Dad got nicked 'cause of me
The police
Bottled water and
A copy of Moby Dick - if she
Was ever to finish
Melville's onerous classic, it was now
Her package was addressed: West London
England - c
In the pleasant West of England where the stones form in a row
In the green heart of the kingdom where the hordes of pilgrims go
There lived a man
service at the Fairmont
West Coast, two coasts, one week, air miles
I got life goals to the tenth degree
Let me tell you what life's taught me
There's bad
liked the rats on the rails
And the weekend's cheap beans
I loved my Kilburn, north west
High road, hijabi sea
And all the characters
On the street
I
glossy pics
Bear sugar felt tip testimonials
A kindly yet exacting woman
She's given thirty years service
Resulting in the eventual success
Of probably
faut d'l'action, faut des jeux d'jambe comme Patson
J'suis à West London comme Axon, tell me wagwan, what's good bro? (Hey)

J'ai cinquante appels en
keep going)
Niggas don't feel the Piru in your voice, it don't come off vulture
I'm a west boy 2L rider, Gonzalez, real funkster
Oh, he from Canada,
do that
We don't take orders or take your crap
We don't do that

West Yorkshire is the place, and it's cold and it rains
But we know the terrain, it's
wars with British hosts
I'm a spy more authentic than Chanel West Coast
CC gets interlocked with the double S post
gets into locks if Churchill doesn't
Up towards the Point
Emerging from the trees
Soon you will be waltzing
Flattening the feet
Of the people who
Shared the days that made you
You'll be

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