Man, I′m 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 I'm so poetic

And life is a madness

London is pretty

This city is butters, this city is both

I call it my home and it′s life

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 office, of course

Grabbing a couple of drinks for the ride

Hop on the tube and I'm minding the doors

Linking the gang and were making a vibe

Man I'm 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 I′m so poetic

And life is a madness

London is pretty, this city is butters

This city is both

Someone′s gotta right these ways

And the man can't tell me the feelings fake

And the prices rise and the bills still racing

High as fuck and they won′t quit 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

When I roam with the gang on a late one

I'll make it vanish, I′ll take light, blacken it

Leaving the streets, I'll 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, I′m 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 I'm so poetic

And life is a madness

London is pretty

This city is butters, this city is both

Uh, uh

Uh, uh

Uh, uh

Uh, uh

Said I′m in London, I'm loving the city

I′m loving the heat from the sun when it shines

Filling a zoot and I'm 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 I'm dealing with, keeping the feeling up

Man, I'm 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 I′m so poetic

And life is a madness

London is pretty, this city is butters

This city is both, yeah