| We ain’t got no time, in the city of gold
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| Trying to get me some sunshine
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| An avoid the patrol
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| Ah yea
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| I’m fed up
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| All I want is a little nice weather when I get
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| A lot of people arrive zealous
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| But life here’s, less than a dream, more a nightmare
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| Welcome to the city of gold, the city I roam
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| Home to the grittiest roads
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| It’s hardly a party, getting our p’s
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| On the same corner where women sell narni
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| I live amongst vermin I’m stuck
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| But I couldn’t give a, fuck as long as I’m earning
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| Long been accustomed to the ways of the manor
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| The filth are an occupational hazard
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| Parked chilling in a car park grinning
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| It’s gone midnight an I’m half past sinning
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| Got a dark heart wicked with my ras clart lyrics
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| I’m a bad boy you don’t wanna start no shit with
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| We ain’t got no time
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| (No time on these streets, everybody’s hungry and trying to eat)
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| In the city of gold (Everybody's out for their own,
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| it’s hot round 'ere even when your out in the cold)
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| Tryin to get me some sunshine (It's hard to find peace here,
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| never can you be easy, always gotta beware)
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| An avoid the patrol (But that’s life in the inner city,
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| up to bother trying not to get collared by the piggies)
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| Ah yea
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| Time’s precious
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| An it moves fast in a city full of bright lights and tight dresses
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| Medusa’s that’ll seduce ya if ya ain’t ready
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| A city that makes few and breaks many
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| The city I’m in’s, less like the city of gold
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| More like the city of sin
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| Where everybody’s in it to win
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| From villainous nippers to city slickers with sinister grins
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| Straight, ain’t religous, never been into hynms
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| An I pushed bars before I’d ever been in a gym
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| So for my freedom I keep hoping
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| Cause I don’t wanna walk through the doors these keys open
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| I don’t know if you think it’s nice or something?
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| But I can show you a different side to London
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| To think you came here for the treasure?
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| But nobody ever came here for the weather
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| We ain’t got no time
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| (No time on these streets, everybody’s hungry and trying to eat)
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| In the city of gold
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| (Everybody's out for their own,
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| it’s hot round 'ere even when your out in the cold)
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| Tryin to get me some sunshine
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| (It's hard to find peace here, never can you be easy,
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| always gotta beware)
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| An avoid the patrol (But that’s life in the inner city,
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| up to bother trying not to get collared by the piggies)
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| Ah yea
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| Jack the lad I put the work in
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| For the wage of sin
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| Even if by some poor sod’s loss
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| I care not I will take the win
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| Many came so full of hope
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| Only to be deflated
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| The roads we walk ain’t paved in gold
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| Alone is how our days spent
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| Don’t think cause I’m polite that I’m nice g
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| Or cause I’m well dressed I ain’t grimy
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| I got food for them city heads
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| Just another aggie yout that the city bread
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| The cloud I’m under thunders loud
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| I ain’t waiting for the day the sun comes out
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| If you wonder what I’m under now
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| The same shit I was and will be till I’m underground
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| We ain’t got no time
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| (No time on these streets, everybody’s hungry and trying to eat)
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| In the city of gold (Everybody's out for their own,
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| it’s hot round 'ere even when your out in the cold)
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| Tryin to get me some sunshine (It's hard to find peace here,
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| never can you be easy, always gotta beware)
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| An avoid the patrol (But that’s life in the inner city,
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| up to bother trying not to get collared by the piggies)
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| Ah yea |