Lyrics:
sitting in London courts (Fuckery)
I wake up with the wildest thoughts get money if I didn't then I'll do it by force (Get money)
The corn in the mash got
[Chorus]
Taxi Driver
Won't stop for me
Whenever I flag him down
He won't stop for me
In a London city and in a New York
There are no go areas after
I keep it cool, baby
Kid Cudi, riding the cuddy
As by the girls yeah they on scream love me
Double oh represent it til I'm finished
Ask bout GOOD
,
except for a few people, and the things are,
the grosvenor square marches in london.
The end product of it was just newspaper stories about
riots
him
Until he walked away
And he started singing
London Bridge is falling down, falling down
And if it don't stop falling, then all of us will
much Mr ow much are you charging?
I went on a stag do to London the other year
£5.50 for a motherchuffin' beer
I was broke by the first night, London's
Bm: Some good, some bad
Em: We both travel non-stop, it’s crazy
Bm: Like a Rollercoaster ride CHORUS:
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It was 9-29, 9-29 back street big city.
The sun was going down, there was music all around
It felt so right.
It was one of those nights, one
about it ,
in their overturned machines where the Martians
DEAD...slain [after all man's devices had failed]
by the humblest things upon the Earth
out
It goes, London, UK, Paris, France
Swiss is CH, with borders I danced to
Freiburg, Colmar where Liberty stood
Wine, caviar, you wish you could
I
crawling up a hill
So I stop one day to figure it out
I'll quit my job without a shadow of a doubt
To sing the blues that I know about
My life is just
crawling up a hill
So I stop one day to figure it out
I'll quit my job without a shadow of a doubt
To sing the blues that I know about
My life is just
the fucking trigger stop debating
And drop that track
When you struggled in your craft
You know it be like that
Labels read between the lines
I was gassed that
I live by the roads
I won't die on its side
So i got mine if i got to ride on a guy
When i tell man i got this ting
And I'm going in hard
Just trust
week
Can't touch me
I got this on lock
Everyone knows when I get to the top
I'll be swimming in glory
Just know I won't stop
I'm flying new heights
it's
London's sweet, cold
Soft, harsh, real embrace
Yes it changed it all
Yes it changed it all
My countryside was stomped out by Air Max 95s
My countryside was
God
It was on the longest night
God God God
An eternity of darkness
God God God
Someone turned out the spiritual light
Brainwashed by
Jordan bout to do it like Jumpman
Stop playing with the boy
Got a young man
Tired of standing by the door
Bout to run in
1 Foot out
Other one in
I'm about
(non-stop)
I practiced the law, I practically perfected it
I've seen injustice in the world and I've corrected it
Now for a strong central democracy
If
train crawling up a hill.
So I stop one day to figure it out,
I'll quit my job without a shadow of a doubt,
To sing the blues that I know about,
Live or die by the shot
I been trying to win
Got me dying a lot
I been eyeing your friends
I been trying to stop
This the life that we live
Live
unless she be like Lauren London
And I can't fuck with bitches cuz they really toxic
And all the dog talk you doing bitch you need to stop it
And me
been doin' dis ting
And you can't chuck a ting fam, that's it
Non-stop gash, penetrate that, the
Album went silver, celebrate that
Anybody get rude
London town
When I come around got to hold that crown
Four pound I shut 'em down
Harlem nigga never stutter word to my mother
And you rich bout to keep it
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