Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song London City Part II, artist - Devlin. Album song Watchtower, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 31.12.2011
Record label: Universal Island, Universal Music Operations
Song language: English
London City Part II |
I’m on the a406 in a car with a click while I glance at the bits |
The city looks dark in the mist so high I forgot who just passed me on this |
All I ever did want was a chance to exist |
From writing bars up in my bedroom back when I started |
I can’t explain how it feels when I here em all chanted my shit |
A lot of love for the city that I made my name in |
When I first hit rinse inside of the grimiest basement |
A white chapel under the pavement |
Shout out to the fans all over the manors I’ve played in |
You’ve been amazing, tonight were in London city |
But you know I’m on a UK thing |
I’ve gotta show love for the city |
I made my career, my name, my money, my fame in London city |
You’ll still find me in London city |
In the grind, hustle and bussle out to every other UK city |
It’s funny how time flys |
I’m 22 now were in 2012 |
With the olympics here at our doorstep |
Its time to welcome the world |
Inside the historic metropolis, some call heaven and some call hell |
L O N D O N, you can tell by the way that its spelt |
This place is a lone don out for its self |
With the streets of manic in grid lock traffic |
I think about the things I’ve managed to achieve in a dream that seemed so |
graphic |
That it must be real |
I come through the darkness, signed my deal |
With Mikey, Colin and Victor behind the records, I look back at the pictures |
still |
I’ve worked all over the capital |
North, South, East, West |
If you like the citys my wife |
I’ve seen the bitch at her worst and her best |
Since my debut video |
Life ain’t the same in a sense |
I’m signed at major events all the time |
And more baked than an 8 foot fed with dreads |
I moved outta my mums |
To a nice little drum and I don’t hear sirens sounding when I try sleeping |
Just peace when the evening comes |
Alot of things have changed |
From making London City |
At the bottom of the big wheel, Shorditch then Piccadilly |
But me I’m the same |
Let your hair down in London city |
Everybody just keep moving with me |
Just keep boucing with me |
Just keep rolling with me |