Lyrics Italy - Local

Italy

I hate waiting, and I hate sitting on a plane
But I love Italy, and I love Spain
I love Jamaica, go ask Jermaine
I love the Netherlands, I’ll go again
Might go Greece where I made me a name
Let’s go France on a train
We can go Berlin but it might rain
Might go Thailand for my back pain
Need change, wanna go somewhere this week
And I wanna go somewhere next
But I ain’t been working days so I think the foreman’s vexed (aha)
I want a music life with enormous checks, but I’m just ya' normal chef (that's
me)
Costs about a week’s wage, these days, to buy me a normal crep
Sat on the step like 'what do I do?'
Work a week or two, then go to Salou
Work two months and go to Peru
Work a year and go to a few like 'what do I do?'
I’m not a normal kid like you (no)
But I know I can’t stay here long it’s wrong when you ain’t got a pool
Or you ain’t got a jar and I ain’t got a car it’s hard so I can’t go far on my
feet
Go hard on the beat, but that’s just bars on the street
I wanna go Palma and volcano, I wanna see lava and heat
I wanna drink Kava and eat
Instead I’m on a building site for life it’s hard when you’re me
See I hate waiting, and I hate sitting on a plane
But I love Italy, and I love Spain
I love Jamaica, go ask Jermaine
I love the Netherlands, I’ll go again
Might go Greece where I made me a name
Let’s go France on a train
We can go Berlin but it might rain
Might go Thailand for my back pain
Hate waiting, and I hate sitting on a plane
But I love Italy, and I love Spain
I love Jamaica, go ask Jermaine
I love the Netherlands, I’ll go again
Might go Greece where I made me a name
Let’s go France on a train
We can go Berlin but it might rain
Might go Thailand for my back pain
I wanna go somewhere winter, and I wanna go somewhere spring
This year I’m gonna go mental, next year I’m gonna go gym (ha)
I ain’t gotta be trim for a holiday fling
Bank card for my holiday clothes, 20 pound notes in a holiday tin
Like 'what can I bring?'
Work a week or two, get a trackie and trim
Work two months and buy me a ring
Or go Thailand, live like a king
I don’t give a fuck about bling
I just wanna go Beijing, I just wanna go New York raving (trust me)
I wanna see OVO in Tokyo
I wanna watch Avatar in Panama
I wanna go Texas and see rodeo
And then back home to a salad bar
Hate waiting, and I hate sitting on a plane
But I love Italy, and I love Spain (trust me)
I love Jamaica, go ask Jermaine
I love the Netherlands, I’ll go again
Might go Greece where I made me a name (it's where I made me a name)
Let’s go France on a train
We can go Berlin but it might rain
Might go Thailand for my back pain
Change, I need change (ay, ay)