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into baddie dance
I'm just talking like a rapper, chance 
I could only tell by how they dressing hidden valley ranch 

Got peaches and cream

a heavenly place
Mountaintops at night
No one else in sight
Yeah we're so high
We talk until sunrise
Every minute flies by
Oh my god, it's like I'm finally

It doesn't happen very often, but she called you up today
and asked you out for lunch and catching up
she still lives her life in London, but she

until I'm ripping ya'll open condiments 
straight 싸구리 다 마무리, your girl knows what's up I does it properly 
taking heads by the dozen this neighborhood

Pull The Plug
Words & Melody by London Thompson (ASCAP)
Copyright 2020 Pure Bliss Publishing (ASCAP)

Please wake me up
I must be dreamin
Her lips

Ugly Beautiful Memories
Written by Askari Moore, London Thompson, Alex Chegro Chiger, and Harry Dirty Harry Zelnick  2020 Pure Bliss Publishing

Breathing Under Water
Words and Melody by London Thompson
2020 Pure Bliss Publishing (ASCAP)

I found your lipstick under the couch
It don't  really

drugs thats how we get by
Clean everyday no need no necktie
Work with a 9 thats why we press 5

Mad a road
Yow a we a cock up the phattest gyal a road

By the left, quick march, Crua chan!
It was seven hundred and forty-five, 
the highland spirit had revived, 
Mac Dougall and Mac Donald there,

filea kött helt koscha

Uh, yeah, yeah!
Hon ba' why, why, why? Babba upp med den
Den ligger side by side med din guzz ikväll
Hon vill ha fine dine

Where Did Your Love Go ?

Words and Melody by London Thompson
Pure Bliss Publishing (ASCAP)

I'm standing here, heart on the floor
Feeling like you

London, LA, or New York City?
Cause it don't matter if you're with me!
Come hop into my Maserati
And it's okay if we get crazy

Just one night with me
That

over the past two days,
police have reported at least one man was shot dead
and several more injured in London
The capital is the latest region

a lie
And Errol dreamt that he'd watched Babylon
Again and again and again and again and again
On London live, just last night

(Another seahorse

We argued on the channel train to Paris
The vin rouge helped us make it sweet again
But by the time that we got down to Lyon
Everything I said was

The tempo's slow, but with the whipped cream
(MIA, yo, London, yeh, a pound)
It's all for show, so come when I call

Ride with an underground king
Bun B bumpin'

on the weekend Italian ices from the Puerto Ricans
She reps Queens like a crown or a real poofy gown or the little white
Lady out in London, Queens Bridge, Far

death
I'm so sick from the drink
I need home for a rest....

We arrived in December
And London was cold,
We stayed in the bars
Along Jarring cross road.

By the dozen
I got homies trappin in Ibiza livin out in London
This real shit ain't never ever show no bluffin
Comin up now I'm hearin all conspiracy

static electricity

Take me now
Jimi can't help me now

I found myself on the cold streets of London
Never ever been so in need of someone
Wasted and thin,

oh baby im on top of this
if you wanna work im an optimist
in another country i often get
loved by these girls imma rock this shit
girl abroad like

then it smacks-that I'm wearing
A back-pack plus I aint shaved for a month

If you're bored of London then you're bored of life
Look, why the fuck you

uden at spør'
Og jeg tror jeg går på vandet
Svæver henover min by
Er i tørvejr når det regner – helt uden paraply
Du beskytter mig i søvne i hvert et

a red light 
I'm from the one where we just about get by 
Unless you make a prophet while they get high 
I'm gunna make a change but it's gunna tek time