Britannia-Louis Culture

歌手 : Louis Culture

专辑 : Britannia (Explicit)

语种 : 英语

时长 : 03:46

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TXT Britannia-Louis Culture 文本歌词

作曲 : Louis Wright/Pablo Pullen

作词 : Louis Wright/Pablo Pullen/Leo Clayton

In London we’ll find a way

Stride the paves

Then drive away on a double decker

Bill unpaid so I feel the pressure

That’s more stress so I fill the bev up

More than fed up

Remember 4 words

And that’s keep your head up

Even if it’s not as bright as them sunny days

Ice poles cost 20 pence

Dripping down my H&M shorts

Southside’s favourite spends

That kid I used to be

Grown up with the youth in me

In my spear time I watch Kuti speak

Don’t identify with no coonery

Shine bright like jewellery

Cocoa Butter Babies shine bright

People get bitter when you be on

That’s why they call it the lime light

All my friends know what I’m like

Cheeky , on a weekly

Was on a C3 tryna get home to watch C4 on the tv

Couldn’t record had the freeview

Then the Sky+ was a life buss

906 for a nice one

I watched 906 in the night truss

Woke up next morning feeling horny

Text her like yo what you on today?

I got free yard she said I’ll be fast

And say when she’s on her way

Shout my bredrin for protection

He said he had Jimmy’s safe

Made it home in time to press and then depart the gaf to spray

Oh Britannia

Run for the prize

Like I run for my goals

The stamina

Tell dem man that they’re not

Close to my calibre

Don’t play with those that can dig out your soul

No Gallagher

There he was

Back of the shoobs on the wall

Standing tall whilst the RDX songs played to all

Zoot with the chip, the ratio’s shit but the ammi was cool

Raised by a single mum

Working to bring the funds

She was the lessons the family taught

Must stop her stressing

It’s blessings I never got caught

With domestics and ah ah

Sat on my sofa, chatting to Pullen

He said that it’s patterned

No slacking on our side

I can’t win everyone’s heart right?

love or hate me , it’s marmite

Guess we got one thing in common tho

Cos my music spreads and you can’t lie

Before flick knives

There was fist fights

You’d get licked right

In your head top

Now the young g’s

On nuff greeze and enough trauma

for a dead drop

If we packed ends with some black feds

We’d be alright and neglect lock

And that’s where I step off