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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
slowthai
slowthai
Vocals
Michalis MsM Michael
Michalis MsM Michael
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
slowthai
slowthai
Composer
Kwes Darko
Kwes Darko
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kwes Darko
Kwes Darko
Producer
Michalis MsM Michael
Michalis MsM Michael
Mixing Engineer
Henkka Niemistö
Henkka Niemistö
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I said there's nothing great about the place we live in Nothing great about Britain (Nothing great about Britain) Sip a cup of tea whilst we're spittin' There's nothing great about Britain Bottle of Bucky in Buckingham Palace There's coppers from Scotland all the way down to Dagenham Waving a black cab Munchin' a Fab Had to skip the flights, I ain't chasing the dragon You look like death warmed up She ain't a spice, just a korma I ain't Dizzee, I'm just a boy in a corner Call me "King Whitey", puking up off a corner All I tasted is korma, ASBO restraining order I put manners on a punk, cause I haven't had my skunk Miss Teddy, I ain't ten, I squeeze your neck until you pop I was waiting on my friends outside the local shops See the feathers turning red, white beauty hold a swan Walking 'cross the Thames Firing slingshots cause its nee-naw, nee-naw Dem waiting cause po I'm a prodigy, they made me I wear chains like my granddad did in slavery You're about as black as Ainsley that's bounty Appropriate the culture before they take heed Change dream, more shape and break please Cause these industries are tryna constraint we Pick it up Put it down Bend it It breaks and you can't fix it without me (Nothing great about Britain) Fucking pussyholes I'm a geezer Botch job the builder, ain't none better So-called gangster I'll put cheese in your cellar Ayia Napa popping bottles, what's up fella? You play the decoy, I'll take food from the cellar Top lad, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, girl, what's your ploy? That man's your boy, I'll slap man, way too coy Three lions, Real McCoy, you're EDL, real English boys St. George's flag, Doc Martin, boy Call her slag, but don't mean it, boy Don't ask, don't get How you get, nice things Life moves fast, roundabouts and swings Swings and roundabouts, you're 'round my kid Grass ain't always greener where the other side lives Nothing great about Britain Tea 'n biscuits Mash, jellied eels and a couple little trinkets East end, you Phil Mitchell Get stabbed with the Phillips Hand on my heart I swear I'm proud to be British (Kate Middleton) Kate Middleton now (I'd wifey her I would) I wouldn't lie, you're an English rose, I wouldn't lie to you I tell you how it is I will treat you with the utmost respect Only if you respect me a little bit Elizabeth You cunt
Writer(s): Kwesi Darko, Tyron Frampton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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