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louis culture - britannia lyrics

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(verse 1)

in london we’ll find a way
stride the paves
then drive away on a double decker
bill unpaid so i feel the pressure
that’s more stress so i fill the bev up
more than fed up
remember 4 words
and that’s keep your head up

even if it’s not as bright as them sunny days
ice poles cost 20 pence
dripping down my h&m shorts
southside’s favourite spends

that kid i used to be
grown up with the youth in me
in my spear time i watch kuti speak
don’t identify with no coonery
shine bright like jewellery

cocoa b+tter babies shine bright
people get bitter when you be on
that’s why they call it the lime light

all my friends know what i’m like
cheeky , on a weekly
was on a c3 tryna get home to watch c4 on the tv
couldn’t record had the freeview
then the sky+ was a life buss
906 for a nice one
i watched 906 in the night truss

woke up next morning feeling h+rny
text her like yo what you on today?
i got free yard she said i’ll be fast
and say when she’s on her way
shout my bredrin for protection
he said he had jimmy’s safe
made it home in time to press and then depart the gaf to spray

(master peace + chorus)

oh britannia
run for the prize
like i run for my goals
the stamina
tell dem man that they’re not
close to my calibre
don’t play with those that can dig out your soul
no gallagher

(verse 2)

there he was

back of the shoobs on the wall
standing tall whilst the rdx songs played to all
zoot with the chip, the ratio’s sh+t but the ammi was cool

raised by a single mum
working to bring the funds
she was the lessons the family taught

must stop her stressing
it’s blessings i never got caught
with domestics and ah ah

sat on my sofa, chatting to pullen
he said that it’s patterned
no slacking on our side

i can’t win everyone’s heart right?
love or hate me , it’s marmite
guess we got one thing in common tho
cos my music spreads and you can’t lie

before fl!ck knives
there was fist fights
you’d get l!cked right
in your head top

now the young g’s
on nuff greeze and enough trauma
for a dead drop

if we packed ends with some black feds
we’d be alright and neglect lock

and that’s where i step off

(master peace + chorus)

oh britannia
run for the prize
like i run for my goals
the stamina
tell dem man that they’re not
close to my calibre
don’t play with those that can dig out your soul
no gallagher

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