Evacuating London - Harry Gregson-Williams, London Session Orchestra, The Bach Choir, Fretwork & Choir of The Kings Consort

Man im 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 im so poetic And life is a madness London is pretty This city is butters this city is both I call it my home and its live 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 offie of course Grabbing a couple of drinks for the ride Hop on the tube and im minding the doors Linking the gang and were making a vibe Man im 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 im so poetic And life is a madness London is pretty This city is butters this city is both Someones gotta right these ways And the man can't tell me the feelings fake When the prices rise and the bills still racing High as fuck and they won't quite 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 and ill roam with the gang on a late one Ill make it vanish ill take light blacken it Leaving the streets ill 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 im 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 im so poetic And life is a madness London is pretty This city is butters this city is both Said im in London im loving the city I'm loving the heat from the sun when it shines Billing a zoot and im 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 im dealing with Keeping the feeling up Man im 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 im so poetic And life is a madness London is pretty This city is butters this city is both

(We can go driving in, on my scooter) (Ah, you know, just 'round London) I love my hometown As much as Motown, I love SoCal And you know I love Springsteen Faded blue jeans, Tennessee whiskey But something happened, I heard him laughing I saw the dimples first and then I heard the accent They say home is where the heart is But that's not where mine lives You know I love a London boy I enjoy walking Camden Market in the afternoon He likes my American smile Like a child when our eyes meet Darling, I fancy you Took me back to Highgate Met all of his best mates So I guess all the rumors are true You know I love a London boy Boy, I fancy you, ooh And now I love high tea Stories from Uni and the West End You can find me in the pub We are watchin' rugby with his school friends Show me a grey sky, a rainy cab ride Babes, don't threaten me with a good time They say home is where the heart is But God, I love the English You know I love a London boy I enjoy nights in Brixton, Shoreditch in the afternoon He likes my American smile Like a child when our eyes meet Darling, I fancy you Took me back to Highgate Met all of his best mates So I guess all the rumors are true You know I love a London boy Boy, I fancy you So please show me Hackney Doesn't have to be Louis V up on Bond Street Just wanna be with you Wanna be with you Stick with me, I'm your queen Like a Tennessee Stella McCartney on the Heath Just wanna be with you (wanna be with you) Wanna be with you (oh) 'Cause you know I love a London boy I enjoy walking Soho, drinking in the afternoon (yeah) He likes my American smile Like a child when our eyes meet Darling, I fancy you (you) Took me back to Highgate Met all of his best mates So I guess all the rumors are true (yeah) You know I love a London boy (oh) Boy (oh), I fancy you (I fancy you) So please show me Hackney Doesn't have to be Louis V up on Bond Street Just wanna be with you (Boy, boy, I fancy you, oh whoa, oh, oh) Stick with me, I'm your queen Like a Tennessee Stella McCartney on the Heath Just wanna be with you (Wanna be with you) (I fancy you, yeah, I fancy you) Ooh wooh ooh

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع