Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song City Of Gold, artist - Professor Green. Date of issue: 31.12.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
City Of Gold |
| We ain’t got no time, in the city of gold |
| Trying to get me some sunshine |
| An avoid the patrol |
| Ah yea |
| I’m fed up |
| All I want is a little nice weather when I get |
| A lot of people arrive zealous |
| But life here’s, less than a dream, more a nightmare |
| Welcome to the city of gold, the city I roam |
| Home to the grittiest roads |
| It’s hardly a party, getting our p’s |
| On the same corner where women sell narni |
| I live amongst vermin I’m stuck |
| But I couldn’t give a, fuck as long as I’m earning |
| Long been accustomed to the ways of the manor |
| The filth are an occupational hazard |
| Parked chilling in a car park grinning |
| It’s gone midnight an I’m half past sinning |
| Got a dark heart wicked with my ras clart lyrics |
| I’m a bad boy you don’t wanna start no shit with |
| We ain’t got no time |
| (No time on these streets, everybody’s hungry and trying to eat) |
| In the city of gold (Everybody's out for their own, |
| it’s hot round 'ere even when your out in the cold) |
| Tryin to get me some sunshine (It's hard to find peace here, |
| never can you be easy, always gotta beware) |
| An avoid the patrol (But that’s life in the inner city, |
| up to bother trying not to get collared by the piggies) |
| Ah yea |
| Time’s precious |
| An it moves fast in a city full of bright lights and tight dresses |
| Medusa’s that’ll seduce ya if ya ain’t ready |
| A city that makes few and breaks many |
| The city I’m in’s, less like the city of gold |
| More like the city of sin |
| Where everybody’s in it to win |
| From villainous nippers to city slickers with sinister grins |
| Straight, ain’t religous, never been into hynms |
| An I pushed bars before I’d ever been in a gym |
| So for my freedom I keep hoping |
| Cause I don’t wanna walk through the doors these keys open |
| I don’t know if you think it’s nice or something? |
| But I can show you a different side to London |
| To think you came here for the treasure? |
| But nobody ever came here for the weather |
| We ain’t got no time |
| (No time on these streets, everybody’s hungry and trying to eat) |
| In the city of gold |
| (Everybody's out for their own, |
| it’s hot round 'ere even when your out in the cold) |
| Tryin to get me some sunshine |
| (It's hard to find peace here, never can you be easy, |
| always gotta beware) |
| An avoid the patrol (But that’s life in the inner city, |
| up to bother trying not to get collared by the piggies) |
| Ah yea |
| Jack the lad I put the work in |
| For the wage of sin |
| Even if by some poor sod’s loss |
| I care not I will take the win |
| Many came so full of hope |
| Only to be deflated |
| The roads we walk ain’t paved in gold |
| Alone is how our days spent |
| Don’t think cause I’m polite that I’m nice g |
| Or cause I’m well dressed I ain’t grimy |
| I got food for them city heads |
| Just another aggie yout that the city bread |
| The cloud I’m under thunders loud |
| I ain’t waiting for the day the sun comes out |
| If you wonder what I’m under now |
| The same shit I was and will be till I’m underground |
| We ain’t got no time |
| (No time on these streets, everybody’s hungry and trying to eat) |
| In the city of gold (Everybody's out for their own, |
| it’s hot round 'ere even when your out in the cold) |
| Tryin to get me some sunshine (It's hard to find peace here, |
| never can you be easy, always gotta beware) |
| An avoid the patrol (But that’s life in the inner city, |
| up to bother trying not to get collared by the piggies) |
| Ah yea |