London

Man, I'm in London, Brixton, Camden
Sipping a can with a spliff in the hand
London is busy, this city is tricky
This city is cold
Wake up with a headache and I'm so poetic
And life is a madness
London is pretty
This city is butters, this city is both

I call it my home and it's life
Days will go by and they swallow the time
Spend hours sat by the river a night
Sipping on wine, always red over white
Making a stop at the office, of course
Grabbing a couple of drinks for the ride
Hop on the tube and I'm minding the doors
Linking the gang and were making a vibe

Man I'm in London, Brixton, Camden
Sipping a can with a spliff in the hand
London is busy, this city is tricky
This city is cold
Wake up with a headache and I'm so poetic
And life is a madness
London is pretty, this city is butters
This city is both

Someone's gotta right these ways
And the man can't tell me the feelings fake
And the prices rise and the bills still racing
High as fuck and they won't quit taking
I move slow, shoot high like I might take a minute
Make it seem like patience
People up there don't get it like us
So I pick them off roll them in a mad fat paper

I'll take the night by storm
When I roam with the gang on a late one
I'll make it vanish, I'll take light, blacken it
Leaving the streets, I'll take off
Life with inflation, everything raised
But they won't put the wage up, governments lame
And they'd rather see a mother and her kids on the pavement
Than have a missed payment

Man, I'm in London, Brixton, Camden
Sipping a can with a spliff in the hand
London is busy, this city is tricky
This city is cold
Wake up with a headache and I'm so poetic
And life is a madness
London is pretty
This city is butters, this city is both

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Said I'm in London, I'm loving the city
I'm loving the heat from the sun when it shines
Filling a zoot and I'm smoking it silly
The higher the grade, well, the redder the eyes
Finding a spot we can chill in, the nicer the view
The more quiet, the better the find
People I see in the streets, and I wonder if any have similar minds

People will come and then ghost
Oh, no, you can never know
Have a guess what the future might hold
Whatever it means and whatever the reason
I don't even care anymore
What I might find on the road
Try not to worry at all
Whatever I'm dealing with, keeping the feeling up

Man, I'm in London, Brixton, Camden
Sipping a can with a spliff in the hand
London is busy, this city is tricky
This city is cold
Wake up with a headache and I'm so poetic
And life is a madness
London is pretty, this city is butters
This city is both, yeah