積分
演出藝人
Foreign Beggars
演出者
詞曲
Ebow Graham
詞曲創作
Kate Calvert
詞曲創作
Mujtaba Tauqir
詞曲創作
Jeff Tetteh
詞曲創作
Pavan Mukhi
詞曲創作
Scott Garcia
詞曲創作
Laurence reading
詞曲創作
歌詞
[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah
Life in the fridge
Rough, that's what's going on, mate
It's cold out here, you get me?
[Verse 2]
London town, how much I rate you
Number one sport, they run a ross to fake you
Never really know where she wants to take you
Cold hearted bitch, I love and hate you
The city where the grind equates
To nice crime and space
They buy times where the blinds'll stay cool
[Verse 3]
Under street cameras that peep the madness
The pressure's non-stop, we release the stanzas
So many closed doors 'cause she's open minded
These bright city lights 'cause some folks are blinded
They raped out what the rain clouds are lined with
High rise flats for the rich to hide in
Safe way above our concrete blocks, the real peep
Wonder what she'd have to say if her walls could speak
Things you maybe could've perceived with skewed vision
6 million stories to tell, but who's listening?
[Verse 4]
London town, big city of dreams
London town, big city of fiends
Share the stage, think you live in a screenplay
Seems everybody's feeling the squeeze
Everyone wishing that the liver was cheap
Same breath, bucket piss, blowing more than they keep
Plots in they feet, tryna scrimp for the deep shit
Fiend, they stabbing us, consider defeat
Everything we spend just benefits the man
How these kids shift product, pam really is a plan B
Ask yourself, are you really the man, B?
Falling in the shotters more often than family
People say privilege is a figure of speech
But to eat, they never had to shift a brick on the street
Never had to shift a bit to a fiend for nutrition
6 million stories to tell, but who's listening?
[Verse 5]
Is London just properly portfolios for tycoons at a rodeo?
The bull is bucking hard like he's seconds from an overdose
The rider isn't overthrown, rider holds his form
Rider's had the structures on his side since he was born
Big fish, little fish, fighting for a name
Mistaken at the cotton for a pretty silver chain
Till it's dead fish served on a bed of dead fiend
What a buffet for the bankers, more champagne
[Verse 6]
Meanwhile, eyes glistening
Kids throwing acid in the faces of delivery men
Anything to get a little something from the bigger man
As more sink in sand
Now he's dangling from the hook, lips ripped to bits
But he's still spitting blood back up at the fisherman
Eyes swiveling, saying I'm not giving in
6 million stories to tell, but he's sick of 'em
[Verse 7]
Headline, tryna get a bitch on the line
Walk away, twenty grand, face the man
Raised in London where they chasin' the guys
Where they come, story's got 6 million lies
Every man tryna get richer than I
Roll away, twenty grand, face the man
Big in London where they chasin' the guys
Where they come, story's got 6 million lies
Written by: Ebow Graham, Jeff Tetteh, Kae Tempest, Kate Calvert, Mujtaba Tauqir, Pavan Mukhi
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