Tag: London

[Intro: Kodak Black]
Aye, everything be like, off the top these days like
(We got London on the track!)
These days, I don’t even know what a pad is these days
Fuck that hoe ’cause she a nat nat

[Pre-Chorus: Kodak Black]
You ain’t the one for me, baby
You ain’t got shit I need, bitch
You want me to take my time with you
Well maybe I’m not your speed bitch
Maybe I’m out your league, bitch
You ain’t even got no cheese, bitch
Maybe I’m just too G for you
Or maybe I’m just too street, bitch

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
I can’t even roll in peace (why)
Everybody notice me (yeah)
I can’t even go to sleep (why)
I’m rolling on a bean (yeah)
They tried to give me eight
Got on my knees like “Jesus please”
He don’t even believe in Jesus
Why you got a Jesus piece?
If you wanna leave, just leave, but you ain’t gotta lie to me
Even the blind can see
That you ain’t gon ride for me
You ain’t even showing me the love you say you got me for me
There ain’t no loyalty, you lied to me
You said that you gon’ ride for me

[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
Baby, that’s blasphemy, yeah
Baby, you’re bad for me, yeah
Say you gon’ clap for me, yeah
Say you gon’ blast for me, yeah
Why you ain’t show me none of the love you say you have for me, yeah
I was goin’ through tragedy
Bitch, I needed you drastically, yeah
I’ma just switch my flow up, yeah
Maybe I’m sick, no throw up, yeah
Maybe I’m sick, no check up, yeah
Boy, you need to run your check up, yeah
I’m eatin’ on you niggas, no ketchup, yeah
I’m eatin’ on you niggas, can’t catch up, ayy
Hit her face down with her ass up, ayy
Even when I’m fucking, I’m masked up, ayy

[Pre-Chorus: Kodak Black]
You ain’t the one for me, baby
You ain’t got shit I need, bitch
You want me to take my time with you
Well maybe I’m not your speed bitch
Maybe I’m out your league, bitch
You ain’t even got no cheese, bitch
Maybe I’m just too G for you
Or maybe I’m just too street, bitch

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
I can’t even roll in peace (why)
Everybody notice me (yeah)
I can’t even go to sleep (why)
I’m rolling on a bean (yeah)
They tried to give me eight
Got on my knees like “Jesus please”
He don’t even believe in Jesus
Why you got a Jesus piece?
If you wanna leave just leave, but you ain’t gotta lie to me
Even the blind can see (what)
That you ain’t gon ride for me
You ain’t even showing me the love you say you got for me
There ain’t no loyalty, you lied to me
And you say that you gon’ ride with me

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Yeah, thought you gon’ ride for me
You my little Tesla V (skrrt skrrt)
Spent that hunnid on a G (skrrt skrrt)
That’s how much time I need
Yeah, thought you gon’ ride for me
You my little Tesla V (skrrt)
Yeah, thought you gon’ ride for me
You my little Tesla V (skrrt)
Yeah, thought you gon’ ride for me
You my little Tesla V (skrrt skrrt)
Spent that hunnid on a G (skrrt skrrt)
That’s how much time I need, uh
Everyday Halloween (alright!)
But we don’t trick and treat (straight up!)
Count deads in my dreams (cash!)
Can’t even fall asleep
Pop on ya, send the opps on ya
Hollow clips in magazine
RoboCops on ya, raining shots on ya
Drop your top off with that bean
Mix it one handed, please (it’s lit!)
Mix it right, dutty T
It’s only gonna bring me peace
Don’t leave my cup, that’s for me

[Pre-Chorus: Kodak Black]
You ain’t the one for me, baby
You ain’t got shit I need, bitch
You want me to take my time with you
Well maybe I’m not your speed bitch
Maybe I’m out your league, bitch
You ain’t even got no cheese, bitch
Maybe I’m just too G for you
Or maybe I’m just too street, bitch

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
I can’t even roll in peace (why)
Everybody notice me (yeah)
I can’t even go to sleep (why)
I’m rolling on a bean (yeah)
They tried to give me eight
Got on my knees like “Jesus please”
He don’t even believe in Jesus
Why you got a Jesus piece?
If you wanna leave just leave, but you ain’t gotta lie to me
Even the blind can see (what)
That you ain’t gon ride for me
You ain’t even showing me the love you say you got for me
There ain’t no loyalty, you lied to me
And you say that you gon’ ride with me

Lyrics London on the Track – No flag

Woah, Woah
Niggas tryna come and tryna make another me
I heard they called for the queen
Niggas tryna come and tryna make another me
Woah, Woahhh
Uh, Young Money.(no flag)

Niggas tryna come and tryna make another me
My baby momma b*tching, but she still be f*cking me
You blowing up her phone and she be steady sucking me
Woah, woah, you a sucker, sucker
I got her bent over, finna f*ck her, f*ck her
Them boys police them niggas undercover
Lil’ b*tch that pus*y so dry you finna break the rubber
I done took a nigga life and I’ll take another.

Young nigga pull up gon’ spaz
Young nigga got that bag
Young nigga run the jazz
Nigga we ain’t goin’ out sad
Y’all niggas goin’ out bad
Y’all niggas hang around fags
Y’all niggas make a nigga laugh
Y’all niggas make a nigga laugh
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flag.

Offset
We can not throw in the towel
Niggas’ll gun you down
You better moo like a cow
Niggas’ll shoot up the crowd
Dressed in all black like a trial
These niggas will run in your house
f*cking a thot in her mouth
I Dolcegabbana my couch
Big ballin’ s**t, rap game what we talkin’ ’bout
b*tch sucking d*ck for the fame, get the f*ck out
Got me a Perc’
Sip me some syrup
I’m tripping the f*ck out
Send me the skkrt
Send in a merc and he get knocked out
Shawty so bad versuri-lyrics.info
Shawty so sad, she sleep on the sofa
I didn’t even ask
I just wanna smash so b*tch bending over
I pray I don’t crash
I’m sippin’ on Act’ so b*tch I can’t focus
I cut ’em off fast
I go get the bad then go by the ocean
Hit your hoe from the blindside
I got it on me, I’m fine you dine
Eat the b*tch, she wine and dine
I f*ck her she whine and crying
But when it get live, you niggas ain’t down to ride
Your niggas ’bout it? Doubt it
My niggas turn to Michael Myers.

Young nigga pull up gon’ spaz
Young nigga got that bag
Young nigga run the jazz
Nigga we ain’t goin’ out sad
Y’all niggas goin’ out bad
Y’all nigga hang around fags
Y’all niggas make a nigga laugh
Y’all niggas make a nigga laugh
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags.

Lil’ b*tch I heard these labels tryna make another me
Everything you getting little hoe is cause of me
I heard I’m stopping bags, word to Shaggy it wasn’t me
These b*tches is my sons, but they daddy ain’t bust in me
I’m a white picket fence b*tch, you a on the bench b*tch
See me in the gym now these b*tches wanna go bench press
I ain’t f*cking with you sis, we ain’t with the incest
Yes, I am the Queen, I’m still trying to find the princess
They know my name ring bells so they still press
Say the Queen name you can get some ill press
That went right over your head, you should feel blessed
Must’ve used a lot of starch cause they still pressed
b*tches is finito, I call my car Rico
Cause it’s Paid In Full, baby my car don’t get repo’d
London got that heat though, my jet land at Heathrow
If I had a d*ck, I would make all you b*tches deep throat.

Young nigga pull up gon’ spaz
Young nigga got that bag
Young nigga run the jazz
Nigga we ain’t goin’ out sad
Y’all niggas goin’ out bad
Y’all nigga hang around fags
Y’all niggas make a nigga laugh
Y’all niggas make a nigga laugh
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flag
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flagsss.
London on the Track lyrics
Video flag

That certain night, the night we met
There was magic abroad in the air
There were angels dining at the Ritz
And a nightingale sang in Berkley Square

I may be right, I may be wrong
But I’m perfectly willing to swear
That when you turned and smiled at me
A nightingale sang in Berkley Square

The moon that lingered over London town
Poor puzzled moon, he wore a frown
How could he know we two were so in love?
The whole darn world seemed upside down

The streets of town were paved with stars
It was such a romantic affair
And, as we kissed and said goodnight,
A nightingale sang in Berkley Square

[instrumental]

The streets of town were paved with stars
It was such a romantic affair
And, as we kissed and said goodnight,
A nightingale sang in Berkley Square

I know ’cause I was there
That night in Berkley Square

Got a boy back home in Michigan
And it tastes like Jack when I’m kissing him
So I told him that I never really liked his friends
Now he’s gone and he’s calling me a bitch again
There’s a guy that lives in a garden state
And he told me that we make it ’til we graduate
So I told him the music would be worth the wait
But he wants me in the kitchen with a dinner plate

I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe
That we’re meant to be
But jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy
Get the best of me
Look, I don’t mean to frustrate, but I
Always make the same mistakes, yeah I
Always make the same mistakes ’cause

I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
But you can’t blame me for tryin’
You know I’d be lyin’ sayin’
You were the one (ooh-ooh)
That could finally fix me
Lookin’ at my history
I’m bad at love

Got a girl with California eyes
And I thought that she could really be the one this time
But I never got the chance to make her mine
Because she fell in love with little thin white lines
London girl with an attitude
We never told no one but we look so cute
Both got way better things to do
But I always think about it when I’m riding through

I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe
That I’m in too deep
And jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy
Get the best in me
Look, I don’t mean to frustrate, but I
Always make the same mistakes, yeah I
Always make the same mistakes ’cause

I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
But you can’t blame me for tryin’
You know I’d be lyin’ sayin’
You were the one (ooh-ooh)
That could finally fix me
Lookin’ at my history
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
Oh, you know, you know, you know (ooh-ooh)
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)

I know that you’re afraid
I’m gonna walk away
Each time the feeling fades
Each time the feeling fades
I know that you’re afraid
I’m gonna walk away
Each time the feeling fades

You know I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
But you can’t blame me for tryin’
You know I’d be lyin’ sayin’
You were the one (ooh-ooh)
That could finally fix me
Lookin’ at my history
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
Oh, you know, you know, you know (ooh-ooh)
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
Oh, oh

[Intro: Kyary Pamyu Pamyu]
Gonna be alright
One more time
Gonna bounce so high
(Bounce)

[Verse 1: Charli XCX]
If you’re in the club
(Bounce)
If you’re in the car
(Bounce)
If you’re in your bed
(Bounce)
Bounce, bounce
(Bounce)
If you’re in the sauna
(Bounce)
If you’re in the gym
(Bounce)
If you’re going to work
(Bounce)
Bounce, bounce
(Bounce)

If you’re in the club
(Bounce)
If you’re in the car
(Bounce)
If you’re in your bed
(Bounce)
Bounce, bounce
(Bounce)
If you’re in the sauna
(Bounce)
If you’re in the gym
(Bounce)
If you’re going to work
(Bounce)
(Bounce)

[Chorus: Charli XCX]
You’re the only one that I will ever need (yeah)
When I’m with you, it feels like a fantasy (uh-huh)
You never bring me down, down, down (no, you never)
‘Cause we just wanna bounce, bounce, bounce (ah-ooh)
We can heat it up to one hundred degrees (so hot)
When you kiss me I melt just like plasticine (mwah, mwah)
You never bring me down, down, down (no, you never)
‘Cause we just wanna
(Bounce)

[Verse 2: Charli XCX]
(Bounce)
If you’re in Paris
(Bounce)
If you’re in London
(Bounce)
If you’re in New York
(Bounce)
Bounce, bounce
(Bounce)
If you’re in Beijing
(Bounce)
If you’re in L.A
(Bounce)
If you’re in Ghana
(Bounce)
Bounce, bounce
(Bounce)

If you’re in Paris
(Bounce)
If you’re in London
(Bounce)
If you’re in New York
(Bounce)
Bounce, bounce
(Bounce)
If you’re in Beijing
(Bounce)
If you’re in L.A
(Bounce)
If you’re in Ghana
(Bounce)
(Bounce)

[Chorus: Charli XCX]
You’re the only one that I will ever need (yeah)
When I’m with you, it feels like a fantasy (uh-huh)
You never bring me down, down, down (no, you never)
‘Cause we just wanna bounce, bounce, bounce (ah-ooh)
We can heat it up to one hundred degrees (so hot)
When you kiss me I melt just like plasticine (mwah, mwah)
You never bring me down, down, down (no, you never)
‘Cause we just wanna
(Bounce)

[Bridge: Kyary Pamyu Pamyu]
Gonna bounce so high
Hit the sky
Charli pon way pon
Pon way way
Gonna be alright
One more time
Gonna bounce so high
(Bounce)

[Verse 3: Charli XCX]
(Bounce)
If your name is Klas
(Bounce)
If your name is SOPHIE
(Bounce)
If your name is A.G
(Bounce)
Bounce, bounce
(Bounce)
If your name is Charli
(Bounce)
If your name is Noonie
(Bounce)
If your name is Kyary
(Bounce)
Bounce, bounce
(Bounce)

If your name is Klas
(Bounce)
If your name is SOPHIE
(Bounce)
If your name is A.G
(Bounce)
Bounce, bounce
(Bounce)
If your name is Charli
(Bounce)
If your name is Noonie
(Bounce)
If your name is Kyary
(Bounce)
(Bounce)

[Intro: Kyary Pamyu Pamyu]
Gonna be alright
One more time
Gonna bounce so high
(Bounce)

[Verse 1: Charli XCX]
If you’re in the club
(Bounce)
If you’re in the car
(Bounce)
If you’re in your bed
(Bounce)
Bounce, bounce
(Bounce)
If you’re in the sauna
(Bounce)
If you’re in the gym
(Bounce)
If you’re going to work
(Bounce)
Bounce, bounce
(Bounce)

If you’re in the club
(Bounce)
If you’re in the car
(Bounce)
If you’re in your bed
(Bounce)
Bounce, bounce
(Bounce)
If you’re in the sauna
(Bounce)
If you’re in the gym
(Bounce)
If you’re going to work
(Bounce)
(Bounce)

[Chorus: Charli XCX]
You’re the only one that I will ever need (yeah)
When I’m with you, it feels like a fantasy (uh-huh)
You never bring me down, down, down (no, you never)
‘Cause we just wanna bounce, bounce, bounce (ah-ooh)
We can heat it up to one hundred degrees (so hot)
When you kiss me I melt just like plasticine (mwah, mwah)
You never bring me down, down, down (no, you never)
‘Cause we just wanna
(Bounce)

[Verse 2: Charli XCX]
(Bounce)
If you’re in Paris
(Bounce)
If you’re in London
(Bounce)
If you’re in New York
(Bounce)
Bounce, bounce
(Bounce)
If you’re in Beijing
(Bounce)
If you’re in L.A
(Bounce)
If you’re in Ghana
(Bounce)
Bounce, bounce
(Bounce)

If you’re in Paris
(Bounce)
If you’re in London
(Bounce)
If you’re in New York
(Bounce)
Bounce, bounce
(Bounce)
If you’re in Beijing
(Bounce)
If you’re in L.A
(Bounce)
If you’re in Ghana
(Bounce)
(Bounce)

[Chorus: Charli XCX]
You’re the only one that I will ever need (yeah)
When I’m with you, it feels like a fantasy (uh-huh)
You never bring me down, down, down (no, you never)
‘Cause we just wanna bounce, bounce, bounce (ah-ooh)
We can heat it up to one hundred degrees (so hot)
When you kiss me I melt just like plasticine (mwah, mwah)
You never bring me down, down, down (no, you never)
‘Cause we just wanna
(Bounce)

[Bridge: Kyary Pamyu Pamyu]
Gonna bounce so high
Hit the sky
Charli pon way pon
Pon way way
Gonna be alright
One more time
Gonna bounce so high
(Bounce)

[Verse 3: Charli XCX]
(Bounce)
If your name is Klas
(Bounce)
If your name is SOPHIE
(Bounce)
If your name is A.G
(Bounce)
Bounce, bounce
(Bounce)
If your name is Charli
(Bounce)
If your name is Noonie
(Bounce)
If your name is Kyary
(Bounce)
Bounce, bounce
(Bounce)

If your name is Klas
(Bounce)
If your name is SOPHIE
(Bounce)
If your name is A.G
(Bounce)
Bounce, bounce
(Bounce)
If your name is Charli
(Bounce)
If your name is Noonie
(Bounce)
If your name is Kyary
(Bounce)
(Bounce)

[Intro]
Woah, Woah
Niggas tryna come and tryna make another me
I heard they called for the queen
Niggas tryna come and tryna make another me
Woah, Woah
Uh, young Money

Niggas tryna come and tryna make another me
My baby momma bitching, but she still be fucking me
You blowing up her phone and she be steady sucking me
Woah, woah, you a sucker, sucker

[Verse 1: 21 Savage]
I got her bent over, finna fuck her, fuck her
Them boys police them niggas undercover
Lil’ bitch that pussy so dry you finna break the rubber
I done took a nigga life and I’ll take another

[Chorus: 21 Savage]
Young nigga pull up gon’ spaz
Young nigga got that bag
Young nigga run the jazz
Nigga we ain’t goin’ out sad
Y’all nigga [?]
Y’all nigga hang around feds
Y’all niggas make a nigga laugh
Y’all niggas make a nigga laugh
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags

[Verse 2: Offset]
Offset
We can not throw in the towel
Niggas’ll gun you down
You better moo’ like a cow
Niggas will shoot up the crowd
Dressed in all black like a [?]
These niggas will run in your house
Fucking a thot in her mouth
I Dolcegabbana my couch
Big ballin’ shit, rap game what we talkin’ ’bout
Bitch sucking dick for the fame, get the fuck out
Got me a perc’
Sip me some syrup
I’m tripping the fuck out
[?]
Senator [?] and he get knocked out
Shawty so bad
Shawty so sad, she sleep on the sofa
I didn’t even ask
I just wanna smash so bitch bending over
I pray I don’t crash
I’m sippin’ on act so bitch I can’t focus
I cut em out fast
I go get the bad then go by the ocean
Hit your hoe from the blindside
I got it on me, I’m fine you dine
Eat the bitch, she wine and dine
I fuck her she whine and crying
But when it get live, you niggas ain’t down to ride
Your niggas bout it? Doubt it
My niggas turn to Michael Myres

[Chorus: 21 Savage]
Young nigga pull up gon’ spaz
Young nigga got that bag
Young nigga run the jazz
Nigga we [?]
Y’all nigga [?]
Y’all nigga hang around feds
Y’all niggas make a nigga laugh
Y’all niggas make a nigga laugh
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
Lil’ bitch I heard these labels tryna make another me
Everything you getting little hoe is cause of me
I heard I’m stopping bags, word to Shaggy it wasn’t me
These bitches is my sons, but they daddy ain’t bust in me
I’m a white picket fence bitch, you a on the bench bitch
See me in the gym now this bitches wanna go bench press
I ain’t fucking with you sis, we ain’t with the incest
Yes, I am the Queen, I’m still trying to find the princess
They know my name ring bells so they still press
Say the Queen name you can get some ill press
That went right over your head, you should feel blessed
Must’ve used a lot of starch cause they still pressed
Bitches is finito, I call my car Rico
Cause it’s Paid In Full, baby my car don’t get repo’d
London got that heat though, my jet land at Heathrow
If I had a dick, I would make all you bitches deep throat

[Chorus: 21 Savage]
Young nigga pull up gon’ spaz
Young nigga got that bag
Young nigga run the jazz
Nigga we [?]
Y’all nigga [?]
Y’all nigga hang around feds
Y’all niggas make a nigga laugh
Y’all niggas make a nigga laugh
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags

[Intro]
I’m in London, got my beat from London

[Hook]
Every time I like a bit’ I find out she a nat
Somebody call the vet, my dog turned out to be a rat
I’ma slick pimp, got a sixth sense
Hoe you ain’t a dime, you just six cents
I be on them beans, she be on codiene
All I want is money, all she want is me
She just wanna be loved, she just wanna be pleased
All I want is money, all she want is me
(All I want is money, all she want is me)
(All I want is money, all she want is me)

[Verse 1]
Say I’m so selfish, all I think about is fetty
I can’t settle down, something just won’t let me
I want to settle down, well maybe I ain’t ready
Bae, I’m living reckless, and I’m thuggin’ heavy
In love with the skreets, and I’m in too deep
I be tryna leave, it keep control of me
It got my heart, got my mind, it got my physique
She wanna wake up with my wand and put that ass to sleep
I don’t bleed Kool-Aid baby, I bleed concrete
I ask God to give me wisdom, help me spot a leech
I be talking money, tell that hoe "kapeesh"
Tell that hoe to sheesh, love is for the weak

[Hook]
Every time I like a bit’ I find out she a nat
Somebody call the vet, my dog turned out to be a rat
I’ma slick pimp, got a sixth sense
Hoe you ain’t a dime, you just six cents
I be on them Benz, she be on codiene
All I want is money, all she want is me
She just wanna be loved, she just wanna be please
All I want is money, all she want is me
(All I want is money, all she want is me)
(All I want is money, all she want is me)

[Verse 2]
I’m ziggied up, 26, 13, 6
I’m a seven figure nigga, remember when I had six
I’m a seven figure nigga, remember I ain’t have shit
Even though I’m rich, can’t forget that I was hitting licks
All I want is that, all she want is this
I just wanna hit, but I just wanna hit
What be on your mind when it come to this?
Why you close your eyes every time we kiss?
I’ma keep on pimpin’, I’ma keep on living, and keep on catching flights, and never catchin’ feelings
I’ma keep it simple, I’ma keep poppin’ [?]
I like when I’m with ya
But I love gettin’ scrilla

[Hook]
Every time I like a bit’ I find out she a nat
Somebody call the vet, my dog turned out to be a rat
I’ma slick pimp, got a sixth sense
Hoe you ain’t a dime, you just six cents
I be on them beans, she be on codiene
All I want is money, all she want is me
She just wanna be loved, she just wanna be please
All I want is money, all she want is me
(All I want is money, all she want is me)
(All I want is money, all she want is me)

[Intro]
You see, it’s crazy, dog, ’cause
You give a nigga this emotion that
I thought ain’t even exist in a nigga no more
See, like, I don’t even wanna be, if I can’t be with you

[Hook]
I don’t wanna live, if I can’t be with you
Shawty, I don’t want no air, If I ain’t breathing you
Shawty, I don’t wanna dream, if I can’t sleep with you
Shawty, I don’t wanna see, if I ain’t seeing you
I don’t wanna live, if I can’t be with you
Shawty, I don’t want no air, If I ain’t breathing you
Shawty, I don’t wanna dream, if I can’t sleep with you
Shawty, I don’t wanna see, if I ain’t seeing you
Shawty, I ain’t seeing you

[Verse 1]
You know you make me new
You motivate me too
I’m fucking with you, boo
Imma keep it funky with you, boo
When we make love, I ain’t got my glove on
When we make love, I ain’t got my thug on
Girl, you got me singing love songs
Where the fuck I get this love from?
I got London on the beat
She like fucking on the beach
Girl, you fucking with a G
How did you end up with me?

[Chorus]
I don’t wanna live, if I can’t be with you
Shawty, I don’t want no air, If I ain’t breathing you
Shawty, I don’t wanna dream, if I can’t sleep with you
Shawty, I don’t wanna see, if I ain’t seeing you
I don’t wanna live, if I can’t be with you
Shawty, I don’t want no air, If I ain’t breathing you
Shawty, I don’t wanna dream, if I can’t sleep with you
Shawty, I don’t wanna see, if I ain’t seeing you
Shawty, I ain’t seeing you

[Verse 2]
Look what you did to a boss, babe
You got me nailed to the cross, babe
You got a young nigga open
You got my nose wide open
You got lil’ Kodak in a moment
I was locked up sending you roses
And, baby, when I ride, I wanna ride for you
And, baby, when I die, I wanna die with you
Girl, you know Imma keep it a stack, like a thousand dollars, boo
Girl, you know Imma keep all this stack, I’d never lie to you
Ain’t no point in living, If I can’t live my life with you
Girl, If you ain’t right by my side, I don’t know what Imma do

[Chorus]
I don’t wanna live, if I can’t be with you
Shawty, I don’t want no air, If I ain’t breathing you
Shawty, I don’t wanna dream, if I can’t sleep with you
Shawty, I don’t wanna see, if I ain’t seeing you
I don’t wanna live, if I can’t be with you
Shawty, I don’t want no air, If I ain’t breathing you
Shawty, I don’t wanna dream, if I can’t sleep with you
Shawty, I don’t wanna see, if I ain’t seeing you
Shawty, I ain’t seeing you

[Chorus]
Pre-roll hit the road, thats my Settings (That’s my Settings)
Pick up by the O, thats my Settings (That’s my Settings)
6 Bottles of Moet, thats my Settings (Settings, settings, settings)
That Nectar best be Rose , thats my settings
Book that flight and go, thats my Settings (That’s my settings)
We take them hoes like clothes, thats my Settings (Settings, settings, settings)
Country doing Views thats my Settings (That’s my Settings)
Buff ting in the room thats my Settings

[Verse 1: Chip]
I got bad habits I ain’t stressing though
Sex and weed thats good for my depression though
So fuck your fella and let him go
Sometimes I want a wife, sometimes I’m pressing hoes
My Bruddas getting cash, yeah we collectin’
Cos hitting raves is dead thats not my Settings
We dishing back at bruddas disrespectin’
You pussys love to dish, Can you tek it?
Just tryna get this money with my bredrins
You switch up over p’s thats not my Settings no
Them man put the pre in pretending
A bag of man and no gyal thats not my Settings no

[Chorus]
Pre-roll hit the road, thats my Settings (That’s my Settings)
Pick up by the O, thats my Settings (That’s my Settings)
6 Bottles of Moet, thats my Settings (Settings, settings, settings)
That Nectar best be Rose , thats my settings
Book that flight and go, thats my Settings (That’s my settings)
We take them hoes like clothes, thats my Settings (Settings, settings, settings)
Country doing Views thats my Settings (That’s my Settings)
Buff ting in the room thats my Settings

[Verse 2: Chip]
London’s always cold, thats not my Settings
Trinidad lets go, lets switch the Settings
Niggas preein’ snaps, they preein’ settings
Girls don’t like your crew, you’re too depressing
Chippy’s back and flexing, they did not expect this
I’ve been doing settings, you look so upsetting
Searching for new melodies, cut off all my frenemies
Found out half these niggas weren’t as real as they pretend to be
Just tryna get this money with my bredrins
You switch up over p’s thats not my settings no
Them man put the pre in pretending
A bag of man and no gyal thats not my Settings no

[Chorus: Chip & Varren Wade]
Pre-roll hit the road, thats my Settings (That’s my Settings)
Pick up by the O, thats my Settings (That’s my Settings yeah)
6 Bottles of Moet, thats my Settings
That Nectar best be Rose , thats my settings
Book that flight and go, thats my Settings
We take them hoes like clothes, thats my Settings (Settings, settings, settings)
Country doing Views thats my Settings (That’s my Settings)
Buff ting in the room that’s my Settings
Pre-roll hit the road, thats my Settings (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
Pick up by the O, thats my Settings (That’s my Settings)
6 Bottles of Moet, thats my Settings (Settings, settings, settings)
That Nectar best be Rose , thats my settings
Book that flight and go, thats my Settings (That’s my settings yeah)
We take them hoes like clothes, thats my Settings (Settings, settings, settings)
Country doing Views thats my Settings (That’s my Settings)
Buff ting in the room thats my Settings (Oh yeah)

[Outro: Chip & Varren Wade]
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
We rolling (That’s my settings)
We rolling, oh yeah (That’s my settings)
Oh yeah, oh yeah

Lyrics Berner – Knuckles

I’m dumb rich, these suckers can’t touch me
The Bern means power with the chopper, so lovely
No hand outs, I got here with nothing
The bezel and the band on my wrist straight bustin’
I got perks from the Asians, guns from the Russians
The VVS’s on my chain dancing all custom
I got cookie out in London, bags of blue hundreds
Packs in the trunk, dude want ’em fronted
Stripper b*tches catch cash in the AM
And catcher catchin’ feelings, well, I can’t blame ’em
f*ck the club dog, I’d rather stay in
I got stacks to count, plug these bags just came in
Underground and I like that
Flip a hundred fast, yeah I’m right back
Where the light dips
We squeeze outdoor P’s and count a nice check
The sharks in the water and I ain’t tryna die yet.(knuckles)

I got scars on my knuckles, money and the muscle
Bad b*tches too, it be hard just to bubble, yeah
All hundreds in my bundle
It was hard being broke but getting money is a struggle
I got scars on my knuckles, money and the muscle
Bad b*tches too, it be hard just to bubble, yeah
All hundreds in my bundle
It was hard being broke but getting money is a struggle.

I’m smoking weed while I’m getting dressed
Talking on the phone while I’m getting neck
I got now and I got next
I take how it come, cash or the check
You ask me what we smokin’ and I say the best
Got bad b*tches getting active and I say les
f*ck niggas, I just don’t f*ck with ’em
Call that safe s*x, I’m ’bout my paycheck, yeah
I like pretty b*tches that can roll weed up
I can show you niggas how to run them G’s up
I been broke before so I don’t want no dealings
Told the car salesman I don’t want no ceilings
Pop another bottle, pocket full of dollars
All that a*s, she remind me of Ms. Parker
Yeah I came from the bottom and I ain’t goin’ back
Boy I came from the bottom and I ain’t goin’ back.

I got scars on my knuckles, money and the muscle
Bad b*tches too, it be hard just to bubble, yeah
All hundreds in my bundle
It was hard being broke but getting money is a struggle
I got scars on my knuckles, money and the muscle
Bad b*tches too, it be hard just to bubble, yeah
All hundreds in my bundle versuri-lyrics.info
It was hard being broke but getting money is a struggle.

Zone 6 flow, the bay to the 6 ho
Fresh as a fashion show, we gon’ go pistachio (loco)
This what you asked for so broomstick up your asshole
I take your future from you, what I need a mask for?
I dropped that bag bro, they might snatch up your dad so
You went out sad bro, I guess that’s what you’re mad for
I pull in a f*ckin’ all red drop Rolls
Scorin’ like a red nose pit on the Forgio’s
What about the bad times, ain’t forgot those
I was the snotty nose youngin with the old clothes
Young Dolph, I love that nigga like my brother yo
I f*ck with Berner ’cause he represent the struggle yo
Fresh out the pen and I got marks all on my knuckles so
Ask around, I’m the money and the muscle ho
You just a poodle, I’m a wolf without the mussle ho
And y’all niggas is cameltoe, don’t make me bust your canteloupe.

I got scars on my knuckles, money and the muscle
Bad b*tches too, it be hard just to bubble, yeah
All hundreds in my bundle
It was hard being broke but getting money is a struggle
I got scars on my knuckles, money and the muscle
Bad b*tches too, it be hard just to bubble, yeah
All hundreds in my bundle
It was hard being broke but getting money is a struggleee.
Berner lyrics
Video Berner

[Hook]
I don’t wanna live, if I can’t be with you
Shawty I don’t want no air, If I ain’t breathing you
Shawty I don’t wanna dream, if I can’t sleep with you
Shawty I don’t wanna see, if I ain’t seeing you
I don’t wanna live, if I can’t be with you
Shawty I don’t want no air, If I ain’t breathing you
Shawty I don’t wanna dream, if I can’t sleep with you
Shawty I don’t wanna see, if I ain’t seeing you
Shawty I ain’t seeing you

[Verse 1]
You know you make me new
You motivate me too
I fucking with you boo
Imma keep it funky with you boo
When we make love I ain’t got my glove on
When we make love I ain’t got my thug on
Girl, you got me singing love songs
Where the fuck I get this love from?
I got London on them beat
She like fucking on the beach
Girl you fucking with a G
How did you end up with me

[Chorus]
I don’t wanna live, if I can’t be with you
Shwarty I don’t want no air, If I ain’t breathing you
Shwarty I don’t wanna dream, if I can’t sleep with you
Shwarty I don’t wanna see, if I ain’t seeing you
I don’t wanna live, if I can’t be with you
Shwarty I don’t want no air, If I ain’t breathing you
Shwarty I don’t wanna dream, if I can’t sleep with you
Shwarty I don’t wanna see, if I ain’t seeing you
Shwarty I ain’t seeing you

[Verse 2]
Look whatchu did to a boss babe
You got me nailed to the cross babe
You got a young nigga open
You got my notes wide open
You got Lil Kodak in the moment
I was locked up sending you Roses
And Baby when I ride, I wanna ride for you
And Baby when I die, I wanna die with you
Girl you know Imma keep all this stack
Its like a thousand dollars boo
Girl you know Imma keep all this stack
I’d never lie to you
Ain’t no point in living If I can’t live my life with you
Girl If you ain’t right by my side I don’t know what I’ll do

[Chorus]
I don’t wanna live, if I can’t be with you
Shwarty I don’t want no air, If I ain’t breathing you
Shwarty I don’t wanna dream, if I can’t sleep with you
Shwarty I don’t wanna see, if I ain’t seeing you
I don’t wanna live, if I can’t be with you
Shwarty I don’t want no air, If I ain’t breathing you
Shwarty I don’t wanna dream, if I can’t sleep with you
Shwarty I don’t wanna see, if I ain’t seeing you
Shwarty I ain’t seeing you

[Hook]
Big chain, big chain, big chain
Big chain, big chain, big chain
Big rings, big rings, big rings
Big rings, big rings, big rings
Big thangs, big thangs, big thangs
Big thangs, big thangs, big thangs
Switch lanes, switch lanes
Switch lanes, switch lanes
Never change, never change, never

[Verse 1]
Nigga never change
That’s what I tell myself every fucking day
Y’all niggas in danger, in danger
Young guys, niggas running round with anger, with anger
I just flew to London town
Hol’ up your bitch too layed down
Then I fuck her in your town
I might cop a pound
Nigga I might shoot your round
Shawty came through with the wine and that good good
[?] see young E I’m in the hood hood
I’m in her head like cocaine
I might flip a range
Juggin the the paint
She say that we stank
I was [?] tryna jugg off that propane
Heard me on the radio, now her mind don’ changed
Damn E switched it up
They say E blew up
Pink bullet-proof truck
We seen you threw up
Feel like Big Guwop
Put my niggas in, now we all getting mulah
Big house, big rims

[Hook]
Big chain, big chain, big chain
Big chain, big chain, big chain
Big rings, big rings, big rings
Big rings, big rings, big rings
Big thangs, big thangs, big thangs
Big thangs, big thangs, big thangs
Switch lanes, switch lanes
Switch lanes, switch lanes
Never change, never change, never

[Verse 2]
Nigga never change
Spit that shit again, mean that shit in every way
Even in the ends, they like Easy can you stay
Even in the end, damn I always get my way
Make sure you stay true,stay true
Niggas still gon’ hate you, hate you
That boy spent a 100k, a 100k
He fucked up a hunnid ways, a hunnid ways
I done ran a hunnid plays, I could count a 100k’s
Just give me sixty seconds yeah [?] Nick Cage
Easy roll up and get high as a hunnid J’s
She said boy stop I been high for a hunnid days
My bitch looks like charms
Cuppa on her arms
She don’t eat no meat, that pussy the bomb
Out here in my cleats, Easy kicking bombs
I might buy a farm
Look what’s on my arm

[Hook]
Big chain, big chain, big chain
Big chain, big chain, big chain
Big rings, big rings, big rings
Big rings, big rings, big rings
Big thangs, big thangs, big thangs
Big thangs, big thangs, big thangs
Switch lanes, switch lanes
Switch lanes, switch lanes
Never change, never change, never

[Verse 1]
Looking like war
It’s looking like beef
Tell them I’m lurking nigga don’t sleep
I’ll ride into your village on horseback
5000 soldiers in my fleet
But it’s looking like war
It’s looking like beef
And they’ve had nothing but invisible beef
They can bring Zeus because I’m like Ares
I’m a warlord but I’ve never been Greek
Now it’s looking like war
It’s looking like beef
Looking like you coming up against me
Looking like Bugzy Malone’s top 3
And set man are getting too old to compete
Set man are getting too old for this grime ting now
Man are way too old for these beats
When the album dropped everybody stop listening
To his album after one week
Now your looking confused, looking at me
You sing now but you didn’t sing last week
Oh you want to make a track for the gyaldem
Because the gyaldem love beauty and the beast
This ones a robbery with no baly and gloves
Man know I got a bare faced cheek
I’m not from London but when I go London
Man know I got a army behind me

[Hook]
With a little bit of luck
They might make it through the night
With a little bit of luck
They might make it through the night
With a little bit of luck
They might make it through the night
With a little bit of luck
They might make it through the night
Ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na na te boy
Ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na na te boy
Ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na na te boy
Ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na na te boy
With a little bit of love
They might make it through the night

[Verse 2]
What did he want to do next
This ones simple it’s nottin complex
Man don’t start showing me respect
Then I’m going to start putting guillotines on necks
It’s not that deep it’s not the Loch ness
But I’ll start taking shots like George Best
Man start trying to cook something up for me
When I’m Gordon Ramsay and they’re just the chef
Gogglebox everybody looking at me
MC’s blinking like it can’t be
How can a guy come from out of town
Come to town and fuck up the whole grime scene?
How much money does he make per show?
And how much did he make from the EP?
Wait and all that from his own label
He must have way more money than me (damn right!)
How did he get that car? (Life!)
How did he come so far? (Life!)
How did he go from selling drugs signing on
To becoming a star? (Oh Life!)
I’m like the Leonardo Dicaprio forget about trophy’s
I just want to know have you ever counted
£500,000 out in £20 notes? No?
Because I’ve never been standard
You can get lost out here and get stranded
Anybody coming to the North tryna fuck with the King
On a boat or ship and get anchored
All hands on deck because I don’t take kindly to idol threats
These MC’s are some overnight MC’s
That’s why they want me dead

[Hook]
With a little bit of luck
They might make it through the night
With a little bit of luck
They might make it through the night
With a little bit of luck
They might make it through the night
With a little bit of luck
They might make it through the night
Ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na na te boy
Ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na na te boy
Ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na na te boy
Ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na na te boy
With a little bit of love
They might make it through the night

[Verse 3]
More money more life more more money more life
More money more life more more money more life
More money more life more more money more life
More money more life I don’t fuck with none of these guys
It’s groggy season Rucka’s after Rucka’s
Most of these MC’s are just muppets
Dem man say I’m just lucky
Like said I don’t know bar for bar I’m just mucky
I’ll make a dark-skinned MC crumble
Just like a double chocolate chip cookie
I’m King Kong
I’ll make a light-skinned MC sound like a new born puppy
They can team up they can round the whole scene up
But it’s not going to make a difference on G-Dot
Dem man are pissed off because they’ve got shows
But right now they’re performing for peanuts
What kind of a MC looks at the DJ
Reaches out for the decks to get wheel ups
You’re not a MC you’re just a copycat it won’t last

[Hook]
With a little bit of luck
They might make it through the night
With a little bit of luck
They might make it through the night
With a little bit of luck
They might make it through the night
With a little bit of luck
They might make it through the night
Ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na na te boy
Ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na na te boy
Ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na na te boy
Ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na na te boy
With a little bit of love
They might make it through the night

We made a mill’ off a trap phone
Shawty get me in a mood
Blew a ‘hunnid on that ooh
We made a mill’ off a trap phone
Getting that paper all I do
We made a mill’ off a trap phone
We got London on da Track
I heard shawty got that, ooh

[Bridge: French Montana]
Yeah, ayy
That’s my hoe, shawty go bend it over
That’s my hoe, baby go bend it over
That’s my hoe, shawty go bend it over
That’s my hoe, baby go bend it over
That’s my hoe, my baby don’t leave me
That’s my hoe, hunnid racks on my jeans
That’s my hoe, my ice full of P’s
That’s my hoe, that’s my coupe, European
That’s my hoe, shawty go bend it over
California life, I got what you need
That’s my hoe, baby, go bend it over
That’s my hoe, shawty go bend it over
That’s my hoe, baby, go bend it over

[Hook: Quavo]
We made a mill’ off a trap phone
We made a mill’ off a trap phone (smash)
And we got the key to the streets (key)
We got your hoe on a leash (your hoe)
And I told her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Montana
Hop off Yacht, got Wraith on crew
Never trip off bitch, bitch no juice
Smoking on that La-La
Blue dot, ’till I move
You can bet your last dollar on us, we won’t lose (we won’t)
Team full of winners
Came from the trenches
From the crates now we floor seats right by the benches
Shooters hop out, mask on, Derrick Rose
I made a mill’ off a trap phone
Fucking so good she won’t leave me alone

[Hook: Quavo]
We made a mill’ off a trap phone (ayy)
We made a mill’ off a trap phone (smash)
And we got the key to the streets (key)
We got your hoe on a leash (your hoe)
And I told her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)

[Bridge: French Montana]
That’s my hoe, shawty go bend it over
That’s my hoe, baby go bend it over
That’s my hoe, shawty go bend it over
That’s my hoe, baby, go bend it over
That’s my hoe, my baby, don’t leave me
That’s my hoe, hunnid racks on my jeans
That’s my hoe, my ice full of P’s
That’s my hoe, that’s my coupe, European
That’s my hoe, shawty go bend it over
California life, I got what you need
That’s my hoe, baby, go bend it over
That’s my hoe, shawty go bend it over
That’s my hoe, baby, go bend it over

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Look at my diamonds dancing (ayy)
Look at the bitches panic (yup)
Young nigga trappin’ out the mansion (trap)
I’m higher than the Grand Canyon (high)
You know I’m walking with the cannon (graah)
I got Dakota Fanning (white)
I’m balling shoulda played with Kansas (ball)
But I taught her how to get the Benj’s (ayy)
Call up all my homies, they ‘gon ride for me (skrrt, skrrt)
I put the work in the trunk, in the car, she ride for me (skrrt, skrrt)
All of my bitches got bitches on bitches
None of my niggas, no snitching, no snitching (nah)
Hit a lick, quarter mill’ in a cell
I taught her how to get the money, she killed it

[Hook: Quavo]
We made a mill’ off a trap phone (ayy)
We made a mill’ off a trap phone (trap)
And we got the key to the streets (key)
We got your hoe on a leash (your hoe)
And I told her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)

[Outro: Quavo]
We made a mill’ off a trap phone

[Intro: Quavo & French Montana]
We made a mill’ off a trap phone
Shawty get me in a mood
Blew a ‘hunnid on that ooh
We made a mill’ off a trap phone
Getting that paper all I do
We made a mill’ off a trap phone
We got London on da Track
I heard shawty got that, ooh

[Bridge: French Montana]
Yeah, ayy
That’s my hoe, shawty go bend it over
That’s my hoe, baby go bend it over
That’s my hoe, shawty go bend it over
That’s my hoe, baby go bend it over
That’s my hoe, my baby don’t leave me
That’s my hoe, hunnid racks on my jeans
That’s my hoe, my ice full of P’s
That’s my hoe, that’s my coupe, European
That’s my hoe, shawty go bend it over
California life, I got what you need
That’s my hoe, baby, go bend it over
That’s my hoe, shawty go bend it over
That’s my hoe, baby, go bend it over

[Hook: Quavo]
We made a mill’ off a trap phone
We made a mill’ off a trap phone (smash)
And we got the key to the streets (key)
We got your hoe on a leash (your hoe)
And I told her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Montana
Hop off Yacht, got Wraith on crew
Never trip off bitch, bitch no juice
Smoking on that La-La
Blue dot, ’till I move
You can bet your last dollar on us, we won’t lose (we won’t)
Team full of winners
Came from the trenches
From the crates now we floor seats right by the benches
Shooters hop out, mask on, Derrick Rose
I made a mill’ off a trap phone
Fucking so good she won’t leave me alone

[Hook: Quavo]
We made a mill’ off a trap phone (ayy)
We made a mill’ off a trap phone (smash)
And we got the key to the streets (key)
We got your hoe on a leash (your hoe)
And I told her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)

[Bridge: French Montana]
That’s my hoe, shawty go bend it over
That’s my hoe, baby go bend it over
That’s my hoe, shawty go bend it over
That’s my hoe, baby, go bend it over
That’s my hoe, my baby, don’t leave me
That’s my hoe, hunnid racks on my jeans
That’s my hoe, my ice full of P’s
That’s my hoe, that’s my coupe, European
That’s my hoe, shawty go bend it over
California life, I got what you need
That’s my hoe, baby, go bend it over
That’s my hoe, shawty go bend it over
That’s my hoe, baby, go bend it over

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Look at my diamonds dancing (ayy)
Look at the bitches panic (yup)
Young nigga trappin’ out the mansion (trap)
I’m higher than the Grand Canyon (high)
You know I’m walking with the cannon (graah)
I got Dakota Fanning (white)
I’m balling shoulda played with Kansas (ball)
But I taught her how to get the Benj’s (ayy)
Call up all my homies, they ‘gon ride for me (skrrt, skrrt)
I put the work in the trunk, in the car, she ride for me (skrrt, skrrt)
All of my bitches got bitches on bitches
None of my niggas, no snitching, no snitching (nah)
Hit a lick, quarter mill’ in a cell
I taught her how to get the money, she killed it

[Hook: Quavo]
We made a mill’ off a trap phone (ayy)
We made a mill’ off a trap phone (trap)
And we got the key to the streets (key)
We got your hoe on a leash (your hoe)
And I told her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)

[Outro: Quavo]
We made a mill’ off a trap phone

If I’m underneath the table
Then pour me another drink
Oh, I don’t want to remember
I don’t even want to think
I’m a slave to my addiction
I’m a hazard to myself
On a fast track to Perdition
Oh, I’m heading straight to hell

When I throw up out your window
You should confiscate my key
I will drive you up the fucking wall
Is it too late to believe? Woah

I tried so hard to change
But the devil locked my door
I wear these heavy chains around my neck like a prisoner
I just want to love
But he won’t let me go
Loosen up my chains, oh I’m a condemned prisoner

Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
A condemned prisoner

I stood there in the spotlight
With the city at my feet
But I was a dead man walking
Nothing ever comes for free
So I moved on down to London
Where I traded in my soul
I could not fill my heart
With all those one night stands and gold

So throw me out your mums house
I’ve been living there too long
Well she never liked me anyway
‘Cause she knows I’m northern scum

I tried so hard to change
But the devil locked my door
I wear these heavy chains around my neck like a prisoner
I just want to love
But he won’t let me go
Loosen up my chains, oh I’m a condemned prisoner

I think my minds on the blink
So I get high, so high and I drink
I suffered enough of the heart palps when I think
Discovered it up at the bar 9 drinks in
Now I’m at the disco, convinced the girls think I’m the bizzo
Course I’m on the brink
Looking at me funny then course I’m gonna swing
Karaoke? Course I wanna sing
Oh, pour me another drink
It always ends the same

Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
I’m a condemned prisoner

I tried so hard to change
But the devil locked my door
I wear these heavy chains around my neck like a prisoner
I just want to love
But he won’t let me go
Loosen up my chains, oh I’m a condemned prisoner

[Tag]
Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?

[Intro]
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Running from an opp, and I shoot at opp (what)
And I’m on the block (what, what, what)
And I’m on the block (what)
In New York I Milly Rock (hello?) hide it in my sock (what)
Hide it in my sock (what) selling that rerock (what, what, what, what, what)

[Hook]
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Used to sell rerock, running from the cops
Shooting at the opps (Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?)
Shooting at the opps, cause I run they block
Gimme top (top) in my drop-top
All these hoes gon’ flock (flock, flock) when I drop (drop, drop)
All these hoes gon’ flock (flock, flock) when I drop (drop, drop)
All these hoes gon’ flock (flock, flock) when I drop (drop, drop)

[Verse]
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo
All these hoes want cash, all these hoes want bags
Fucking on yo’ bitch, uh, I’m her dad
All these niggas sound like cash (sound like cash)
I’m a soldier, damn, I thought I told you
Shootin’ like a soldier, like I’m from Magnolia
All these, niggas, always, fold
Big, bank, never, fold
Sippin, Act’, fill that shit slowly
Bitches, on me, say she like my clothing
I’m in London, Young Carti global
Designer is on me, call it dirty laundry
All these bitches want Young Carti, Young Carti (yeah)
Ay, Young Carti, Young Carti (what)
Young Carti, Young Carti (yeah)
All of your bitches they loose
All of your bitches they loose
All of my bitches they rich
And they stay rockin’ that Rick
What, what, huh, what, what, huh
Rich, rich, Cash Carti, bitch
Rich, bitch, got a rich clique
I’m suckin’ on the clit, she suckin’ on the dick
Give that hoe a tip, told her "Buy some kicks"
Then I brush my teeth, pop up in a whip
Glocky in the whip, glocky in the whip
And I’m cocky, fuckin’ on a thotty
She just wanna plot me, bitch can’t stop me
I’m riding in a Mazi, this ain’t even my Mazi
Oh, that’s not yo’ thottie, yo’ bitch look like a aunty
Walked in with Ashanti, damn, that look like Shanti
Damn, that look like Carti, I think dat be Young Carti
Heard he spent a hunnid on a fucking watch piece, that’s filthy

[Hook]
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Running from an opp, then I shoot at opp
And I’m on the block
And I’m on the block
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Hide in my sock, selling that rerock
What, what, what, what, what
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Use to sell rerock, running from the cops
Shooting at the opps, you know what I’m sayin’?

[Outro]
Yo, Pierre, you wanna come out here?
Bitch ass nigga, fuck that nigga man!

Lyrics Playboi Carti – Magnolia

In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Running from an opp, and I shoot at opp (what)
And I’m on the block (what, what, what)
And I’m on the block (what)
In New York I Milly Rock (hello?) hide it in my sock (what)
Hide it in my sock (what) selling that rerock (what, what, what, what, what).(Magnolia)

In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Used to sell rerock, running from the cops
Shooting at the opps (Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?)
Shooting at the opps, cause I run they block
Gimme top (top) in my drop-top versuri-lyrics.info
All these h**s gon’ flock (flock, flock) when I drop (drop, drop)
All these h**s gon’ flock (flock, flock) when I drop (drop, drop)
All these h**s gon’ flock (flock, flock) when I drop (drop, drop).

Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woooo
All these h**s want cash, all these h**s want bags
f*cking on yo’ b*tch, uh, I’m her dad
All these niggas sound like cash (sound like cash)
I’m a soldier, damn, I thought I told you
Shootin’ like a soldier, like I’m from Magnolia
All these, niggas, always, fold
Big, bank, never, fold
Sippin, Act’, fill that s**t slowly
b*tches, on me, say she like my clothing
I’m in London, Young Carti global
Designer is on me, call it dirty laundry
All these b*tches want Young Carti, Young Carti (yeah)
Ay, Young Carti, Young Carti (what)
Young Carti, Young Carti (yeah)
All of your b*tches they loose
All of your b*tches they loose
All of my b*tches they rich
And they stay rockin’ that Rick
What, what, huh, what, what, huh
Rich, rich, Cash Carti, b*tch
Rich, b*tch, got a rich clique
I’m suckin’ on the clit, she suckin’ on the dick
Give that hoe a tip, told her “Buy some kicks”
Then I brush my teeth, pop up in a whip
Glocky in the whip, glocky in the whip
And I’m cocky, f*ckin’ on a thotty
She just wanna plot me, b*tch can’t stop me
I’m riding in a Mazi, this ain’t even my Mazi
Oh, that’s not yo’ thottie, yo’ b*tch look like a aunty
Walked in with Ashanti, damn, that look like Shanti
Damn, that look like Carti, I think dat be Young Carti
Heard he spent a hunnid on a f*cking watch piece, that’s filthy.

In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Running from an opp, then I shoot at opp
And I’m on the block
And I’m on the block
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Hide in my sock, selling that rerock
What, what, what, what, what
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Use to sell rerock, running from the cops
Shooting at the opps, you know what I’m sayin’?

Yo, Pierre, you wanna come out here?
b*tch a*s nigga, f*ck that nigga mannn!
Playboi Carti lyrics
Video Playboi Carti

[Verse 1]
How’d you fail to mention that you might be moving in four months to London?
Now our days are numbered
Should I try, I wonder
Wait, how far is London?

[Chorus]
I need my current location
To be your current location
Fly back to me
I need my current location
To be your current location
Fly back to me
Fly back to me

[Verse 2]
You say it’s just the season
Got the job, so now you’re leaving
Kinda hate that reason
Please don’t get me wrong now
I want what you want
But how long will you be gone?

[Chorus]
I need my current location
To be your current location
Fly back to me
I need my current location
To be your current location
Fly back to me
Fly back to me

[Bridge]
Don’t make me look stupid for waiting just to lose ya
Love me? Can you prove it?

[Chorus]
I need my current location
To be your current location
Fly back to me
I need my current location
To be your current location
Fly back to me
I need my current location
Fly back to me
I need my current location

[Outro]
Fly back to me, come back to me, then stay with me, yeah
Fly back to me, come back to me, then stay with me, yeah
Fly back to me, come back to me, can you stay with me?
Fly back to me, come back to me, then stay with me, yeah

I am reminded at this point of a fellow I used to know who’s name was henry, only to give you an idea of what an individualist he was he spelt it hen3ry. The 3 was silent, you see. Henry was finally independent, having inherited his father’s tar-and-feather business, and was therefore able to devote his full time to such intellectual pursuits as writing. I particularly remember a heart-warming
Novel of his about a young necrophiliac who finally achieved his boy-hood ambition by becoming coroner.

The rest of you can look it up when you get home. In addition to writing he indulged in a good deal of philosophizing. Like so many contemporary philosophers he especially enjoyed giving helpful
Advice to people who were happier than he was. One particular bit of advice which I recall, which is the reason I bring up this whole, dreary story is something he said once before they took him away to
The massachussetts state home for the bewilderd. He said: “life is like a sewer: what you get out of it depends on what you put into it.” it’s always seems to me that this is precisely the
Sort of dynamic, positive thinking that we so desperately need in these trying times of crisis and universal broo-ha-ha, and so with this in mind I have here a modern positive dynamic uplifting
In the tradition of the great old revival hymns. This one might more accurately be termed a survival hymn.

When you attend a funeral,
It is sad to think that sooner or
Later those you love will do the same for you.
And you may have thought it tragic,
Not to mention other adjec-
Tives, to think of all the weeping they will do.
But don’t you worry.
No more ashes, no more sackcloth.
And an armband made of black cloth
Will some day never more adorn a sleeve.
For if the bomb that drops on you
Gets your friends and neighbors too,
There’ll be nobody left behind to grieve.

And we will all go together when we go.
What a comforting fact that is to know.
Universal bereavement,
An inspiring achievement,
Yes, we all will go together when we go.

We will all go together when we go.
All suffuse with an incandescent glow.
No one will have the endurance
To collect on his insurance,
Lloyd’s of London will be loaded when they go.

Oh we will all fry together when we fry.
We’ll be french fried potatoes by and by.
There will be no more misery
When the world is our rotisserie,
Yes, we will all fry together when we fry.

Down by the old maelstrom,
There’ll be a storm before the calm.

And we will all bake together when we bake.
There’ll be nobody present at the wake.
With complete participation
In that grand incineration,
Nearly three billion hunks of well-done steak.

Oh we will all char together when we char.
And let there be no moaning of the bar.
Just sing out a te deum
When you see that I.C.B.M.,
And the party will be “come as you are.”

Oh we will all burn together when we burn.
There’ll be no need to stand and wait your turn.
When it’s time for the fallout
And saint peter calls us all out,
We’ll just drop our agendas and adjourn.

You will all go directly to your respective valhallas.
Go directly, do not pass go, do not collect two hundred dolla’s.

And we will all go together when we go.
Ev’ry hottenhot and ev’ry eskimo.
When the air becomes uranious,
And we will all go simultaneous.
Yes we all will go together
When we all go together,
Yes we all will go together when we go.

[Intro: J. Mag & MaSiWei]
Woke up
Go to sleep, yuh
Work, workin’
Ay Higher, ay Higher

[Hook 1: J. Mag]
Woke up, workin’
Go to sleep, workin’
Hit the mall, workin’
Tell a shorty, come and twerk it
Damn, I hope it’s worth it
All these years I’ve been grindin’
Man, I hope it’s worth it
Yah! Luh-

[Verse 1: J. Mag]
Bitch you know I’m workin’
Yeah I’m from the Middle East but I don’t wear no turban
Hater take a seat, sometimes I like my bitches curvy
Harikiri on the beat so you know we workin’
London to Sudan, China to Oman
Ay bitch I’m on the grind
I’m balling from the free throw line
Gold grill on my teeth, MJ on my feet
Fit jeans with the rip got me looking clean
Brr- brr- brr- brr-
My bitch on the plug
And she got all the drugs
I take them ’til I say enough
Yuh, look
Leanin’, rockin’, all my shows be poppin’
My hoes call me papi, pull up in a foreign option skrr

[Hook 2: J. Mag]
Woke up, workin’
Go to sleep, workin’
Hit the mall, workin’
Tell a shorty, come and twerk it
Damn, I hope it’s worth it
All these years I’ve been grindin’
Man, I hope it’s worth it
Yah!

[Post-hook: J. Mag & MaSiWei]
Show me how we put in work X4
Oh my God I put in work X4

[Verse 2: MaSiWei]
他们倚重我 他们激愤我
她想跟我生个baby 让他继承我
She say, hey MaSiWei 为啥怎么[?]
Yeah, MaSiWei, can we do it like that?
姚明退已进路名人堂 我会像他一样伟大
看他上第一场比赛 [?]
[?] [?]
[?]
买我最喜欢的Nike
Spendin’ cash, flow catch
That’s my type beat
赚到钱都用来打扮jewelry[?]
我们童子返回曹国Wi-Fi覆盖率
Ay ay ay, it’s Higher Brothers and the J. Mag
We working at the studio 你妈了个批

[Post-hook: J. Mag & MaSiWei]
Show me how we put in work X4
Oh my God I put in work X4

[Verse 3: Psy.P]
[?] {?]
他们的那么期待 [?]
上场了我们的MV 美国的黑人也爱
[?] [?]
[?] [?]
[?]
拍了个新的MV [?]
[?]
[?] [?]
[?]
[?]
[?] [?]

[Hook 2: J. Mag]
Woke up, workin’
Go to sleep, workin’
Hit the mall, workin’
Tell a shorty, come and twerk it
Damn I hope it’s worth it
All these years I’ve been grindin’
Man, I hope it’s worth it
Yah!

[Post-hook: J. Mag & MaSiWei]
Show me how we put in work X4
Oh my God I put in work X4

[Intro]
Something about that makes me wanna dance
Something about that makes me wanna move
Something about that makes me wanna get down and get closer to you

Something about that makes me wanna dance
Something about that makes me wanna move
Something about that makes me wanna get down and get closer to you

[Verse 1]
Get a little closer to me too
You get a little shy when we start to move
Get a little high when I’m tryna decide if it’s London or China too
Forget about the plans that you got baby
Kiss me like you can’t have too many
The Earth is like round and round we go
When it’s gon’ stop, you never know

[Pre-Chorus]
So in the meantime I’m living and I’m gonna love
Because you choose me, I’m walkin’ cloud 9 above

[Chorus]
Baby’s in love
Baby’s on top, never gon’ stop to get what she wants
Whatever she want, givin’ it up, ’cause baby’s in love
Baby don’t need anything more than just what I got
Baby’s in love

Something about that makes me wanna dance
Something about that makes me wanna move
Something about that makes me wanna get down and get closer to you

Something about that makes me wanna dance
Something about that makes me wanna move
Something about that makes me wanna get down and get closer to you

[Verse 2]
Get a little excited from across the room
I just can’t seem to keep my eyes off you
Smile at me so I smile at you
Then you feel so loved, when I dance with you
Tonight the way that you moving
Make me wanna lose it
Round and round we go
When it’s gon’ stop, you never know

[Pre-Chorus]
So in the meantime I’m living and I’m gonna in love
Because you choose me, I’m walkin’ cloud 9 above

[Chorus]
Baby’s in love
Baby’s on top, never gon’ stop to get what she wants
Whatever she want, givin’ it up, ’cause baby’s in love
Baby don’t need anything more than just what I got
Baby’s in love

Something about that makes me wanna dance
Something about that makes me wanna move
Something about that makes me wanna get down and get closer to you

Something about that makes me wanna dance
Something about that makes me wanna move
Something about that makes me wanna get down and get closer to you

[Hook: London Jae]
Red coupe, chanel boots (ooh)
Lil mama you fine, I had to tell you (ooh)
Girl I’m a hustler, I might just sell you (ooh)
Not here on a deal, I’m tryna nail you (ayy)
Stunt hard and you know it
I’m on them bars and you know it
I got ’em cars and you know it
In my garage and you know it
Red coupe, chanel boots (ooh)
Lil mama you fine, I had to tell you (ayy)

[Verse 1: Skeme]
There right here just me and London
I might take your hoe out to the London
Might just jump in that pussy no bungee
I not a last nigga who will get no money
Real blood like a vampire
I want nothin blue but them hunnids
And I need at least like a rack of those
I don’t know what the rap niggas actin’ fo’
Baby don’t fuck with nothin’ else but them real niggas
She allergic to fake shit
I give that dick to her back to back to back to back
I don’t need the brake shit
See i give the rollie a facelift
VVs flooding on the face bitch
Pull up in foreigns and just murk in the parking lots
And then i go beat the case bitch
Red Coupe with chanel boots
That’s type of girl i can call boo
She the type that you saw as ready for you
Everytime you tell her fall through
You don’t be giving me problems and nothin baby
That’s why I skip all the talking and get to the fucking baby

[Hook]
Red coupe, chanel boots (ooh)
Lil mama you fine, I had to tell you (ooh)
Girl I’m a hustler, I might just sell you (ooh)
Not here on a deal, I’m tryna nail you (ayy)
Stunt hard and you know it
I’m on them bars and you know it
I got ’em cars and you know it
In my garage and you know it
Red coupe, chanel boots (ooh)
Lil mama you fine, I had to tell you (ayy)

[Verse 2: Skeme]
Lil mama you know that you fly
You know that you fire
You know that you flyin
Girl let’s put tac on my wrist
Gotta tell that don’t you waste time
With the mimes
Baby you know that you fly
You know that you fire
You know that you flyin
And if you fuckin those broke niggas
I think there to stop for a change yeah
Benzie i m switchin my lane yeah
Rari i m switchin my lane yeah
Lambo i m switchin my lane yeah
Pour up and sip for pain ,yeah
Pour up just for pain ,yeah
Pint me a perk for the pain ,yeah
Sip on that remi(?) pour me molly
To come to and get you the thang yeah
(Hoooooh shit)
Don’t play with this plan
Because girl that’s a violation
Ain’t no time like the present baby
So what’s use of all that time wasting
VVS’s only shine crazy
I mean VVS’s only shine brazy
And I get that dick to her on that drank
And pour another line baby

[Hook]
Red coupe, chanel boots (ooh)
Lil mama you fine, I had to tell you (ooh)
Girl I’m a hustler, I might just sell you (ooh)
Not here on a deal, I’m tryna nail you (ayy)
Stunt hard and you know it
I’m on them bars and you know it
I got ’em cars and you know it
In my garage and you know it
Red coupe, chanel boots (ooh)
Lil mama you fine, I had to tell you (ayy)

[Outro: Skeme]
I just to had tell you something baby
Listen, stop playing around with all that bullshit baby
Because if you do that you slippin soon you know what I am saying
You need to turn around to see what you trying down baby
Because it’s real shit going all around this motherfucker
You didn’t knew now you do
TM88 you a fool for this shit nigga
S/o to my nigga Weezy going crazy brazy crazy
West side Inglez, I love this shit

Lyrics Popcaan – Stronger now

One go enuh
It real
God over devil enuh
Ghetto yute still
Stronger now yeah
Stronger now
Woyoiii.

A fight dem a fight
And a rise man a rise
Most time I gi give things
But man advertise
Bad news woman dem love televise
More time dem haffi wonder
If me vulcanize.

Cah man stronger now, stronger now
Unruly stronger now, stronger now
Notnice stronger nooow, stronger nooow
Unruly stronger nooow, stronger nooow.

We nuh give a f*ck weh di media say
We just listen weh di real a say
More time dem laugh just teeth deh deh
Dem nuh waan see you reach no weh
Me know people a try hard fi break me
Thats why me nuh trust dem lately
Stress pon mi brain, so much frustrate me
Man a foward from dumplin and gravy.

So, write me down inna you history book dem
Yow give me me Grammy and shook dem
Billions gone inna me book dem
From me see it inna me yute dem
Me see it inna me pipeline
God inna me corner
Greatness run inna mi family
From mi likke bit mi popular.

Cah man stronger nooow, stronger nooow
Stronger nooow, stronger nooow
Weh dem a say? A fight dem a fight me?
Stronger nooow, stronger nooow
Me stronger nooow, stronger nooow
Me story, top story.

Dem, cyan forget the name Popcaan
Cyan forget the name Popcaan
Pon the Gaza block man born
Now we reach the top platform
Some a wonder how di f*ck that gwan
P***y, dem a underestimate badman
Right now mi colder than London
Nuh stop shake the hater dem madman.

Write me down inna you history book dem
Yow give me me Grammy and shook dem
Billions gone inna me book dem
From me see it inna me yute dem
Me see it inna me pipeline
God inna me corner
Versuri-lyrics.info
Greatness run inna mi family
From mi likke bit mi popular.

Cause badman stronger nooow
Top story
Unruly stronger nooow
Yeah man a one go enuh
Unnuh neva do
Stronger nooow, stronger nooow
Stronger nooow, stronger nooow
Unruly, unruly, unruly, unruly
Stronger nooow, woyoi
We stronger nowww.
Popcaan lyrics
Video now

Ah yes baby you know
I have a Rolls Royce
A Mercedes Benz
And a yacht out in marina
Maybe we can take a trip
And you know

Just go out to the Bahamas
Or Paris, or London, you know
I know all the stars, baby
In fact, Sugar Ray is a personal friend of mine
In fact, just the other day I was sayin’
Sugar, you know you and i should just stop by sometime

You told me about your fancy cars
You told me all your friends were stars
You said that we could get away
Maybe take a holiday

I hope that it won’t be too long
You saw that i could sing a song
You got this and you got that
And i’ll end up flat on my back
Oh you got to show me, show me

Show me baby It ain’t no lie
Show me baby In front of my eyes
Show me baby It ain’t no lie
Show me baby In front of my eyes

You know that you’re my only girl
If i could, i’ll give you the world
You said baby you just stick with me
And one day you’ll surely see
No more wastin’ my time

You got yours, keep your hands off mine boy
Baby, you got to make me see
You got to show me what you’re tellin’ me
You told me about your fancy cars
You told me all your friends were stars
You said that we could get away (get away boy)
Maybe take a holiday

I hope that it won’t be too long, no
You saw that i could sing a song
You got this and you got that
And i’ll end up flat on my back
No more wastin’ my time
You got yours, keep your hands off mine boy
Baby you got to make me see
You got to show what you’re tellin’ me

Show me baby It ain’t no lie
Show me baby In front of my eyes
Show me baby It ain’t no lie
Show me baby In front of my eyes
Show me baby, show me baby
You got to show me boy
Show me baby, show me baby…

[ENSEMBLE]
If you live around here
You need cash in the bank
‘Cause the houses ’round here
Are all flashy and swank
An’ the front bit, ha
‘at’s what’s called a facade!

All the people ’round here
Are as posh as can be
You won’t seem hobnobbin’
With rubbish like me
It’s the snob bit
Also called a facade

Every day
People, in their own sweet way
Like to add a coat of paint
And be what they ain’t!

That’s how our little –
Game is played
Livin’ out their masquerade
Getting rich and getting laid
Who’d want to trade?

But there’s one thing I know
And I know it for sure:
This disease that we’ve got
Has got no ready cure!
And I’m certain
Life is terribly hard
When your life’s a facade!

Every night here one house
Or another is a funhouse
‘Cause there’s someone giving a party
As you see, sir!

This one here tonight
Is rather special, am I right?
It’s the betrothal of Sir Danver’s
Daughter, Lisa

Sir Danvers Carew is a good man
They call him the creme de la creme
Whatever that means
He’s a bloody sight better than them!

Nearly everyone you meet
When walking down a London street
Pretends to be a pillar of society

A model of propriety
Sobriety, and piety
Who’s never even heard of notoriety

The ladies an’ gents ‘ere before you
Which none of ’em ever admits
May have saintly looks
But they’re sinners an’ crooks!

Hypocrites!

If you live around here
You need lots of panache
If you live in down, dear
Then you must cut a dash
T’isn’t hard, dear
To create a facade

You must seem to be rich
And to have money to burn
Even though it’s a bitch
Spending more than you earn
That’s the game here
And the name is facade

One or two
Might look kinda well-to-do
But I bet you precious few
Have payed for their boots

I’m inclined to think –
Half mankind thinks the other
Half is blind
Wouldn’t be surprised to find
They’re all in cahoots

At the end of the day
They don’t mean what they say
They don’t say what they mean
They don’t ever come clean
And the answer
Is it’s all a facade

Call a walk promenade
Call a street boulevard
Grease your hair with pomade
You’ll be held in regard

And I betcha
If you stay on your guard (stay on your guard)
They’ll all say you’re a card
People love the facade (stay on your guard)
What’s behind the facade?

[JEKYLL]
Look behind the facade

[SIR DANVERS]
My dear Simon
You’re so gracious
To wish Lisa and Henry both well

[STRIDE]
Dear Sir Danvers
As you know, Sir
I wish Lisa the sun and the moon
But I have to confess that I wish Henry Jekyll in hell!

[UTTERSON]
(spoken) Henry, at last. What could possibly be more important than your own engagement party?

[JEKYLL]
John, I am close to a breakthrough discovery!
Something spectacular, something sublime!
Finally, a light in the darkness has come to me!
Now it is only a matter of time!

[DR HASTIE LANYON]
Henry Jekyll, you’re a devil
You have robbed us of London’s most lovely girl

[MR RICHARD ENFIELD]
I could turn to drink when I stop to think
Lisa’s marrying a doctor instead of an earl

[BOTH]
Poor girl!

[STRIDE ]
Doctor Jekyll, may I be the first to wish
You and your bride-to-be
Peace and prosperity?

[JEKYLL]
Mr. Stride, it’s most civil of you
To say that, as you do
With such patent sincerity!

More convenient that a Tesco express
Close to Windsor but the properties less
Keeps the businesses of Britain great
It’s got Europe’s biggest trading estate

It doesn’t matter where you’re from
You wanna work? Then come along
The station’s just got a new floor
And the motorway runs by your door

And you know just where you’re heading
It’s equidistance ‘tween London and Reading

Oh Slough
My kind of town
I don’t know how, anyone could put you down

To the West you got Taplow and Bray
You got Hillingdon the other way
It’s a brilliant place to live and work
It was in Bucks now officially it’s Berks

Don’t listen to what the critics say
Like it’s soulless, and boring and grey
See for yourself, what you waiting for?
We’re on the Bath road, that’s the A4

And you know just where you’ll be heading
It’s equidistance ‘tween London and Reading

Oh Slough
My kind of town
I don’t know how, anyone could put you down

Oh Slough
My kind of town
I don’t know how, anyone could put you down

Slough [x4]

Destiny, destiny protect me from the world
Destiny, hold my hand protect me from the world
Here we are with our running and confusion
And I don’t see no confusion anywhere

And if the world does turn
And if London burns I’ll be standing on the beach with my guitar
I wanna be in a band when I get to heaven
Anyone can play guitar
And they won’t be a nothing anymore

Grow my hair, grow my hair
I am Jim Morrison
Grow my hair
I wanna be wanna be wanna be Jim Morrison

Here we are with our running and confusion
And I don’t see no confusion anywhere
And if the world does turn
And if London burns I’ll be standing on the beach with my guitar
I wanna be in a band when I get to heaven
Anyone can play guitar
And they won’t be a nothing anymore