London - Benjamin Clementine
As i sit on the back of this grey caravan
Tomorrow he will probably be jumping barriers
With a bottle in his hand
Sparkling, Sparkling water mixed with peaches and ram
Honestly i don't drink but if i did this will be my favourite punch
He said
Walk out the door with her he could see everyone
Dressed in black a class that seem far too fetched
She said look at you, look at you, your game is over
Your cup is full, your cup is full so why you praying for more exposure
It is obvious you are trying, but its dubious stop or you will die here
You are pretending but no one is buying
London London London is calling you
What are you waiting for, what you searching for?
London London London is all in you
Why are you denying the truth
I might I might I might be boring you
Although its not clear as the morning due
Though my ways are not happening i won't underestimate
who i am capable of becoming
History will be made today is written boldly on his face
So clear you can hardly miss it, you can hardly miss it
For transcending the carries of yesterday was and is the dream
On a road where Cleopatras comes and go like fishes caught in ponds
thrown back for fun
She said look at you look at you, why can't you just pick a fleet
Your cup is full, your cup is full what have you not achieved
It is obvious you are trying, but its dubious stop or you will die here
You are pretending but no one is buying
London London London is calling you
What are you waiting for, what you searching for?
London London London is all in you
Why are you denying the truth
I might I might I might be boring you
Although its not clear as the morning due
When my ways are not happening i won't underestimate
who i am capable of becoming
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