Fleet Street

Home alone Mentally but physically in a jungle
With lions rams sheep snakes and bitches that bumble
All want sumn from me
What the fuck they want from me
Not much to give but some bars and some dick hoe
I ain't got much to give the money stay clipped, yo
I'm faded haircut. High above the Swiss, alps I spit bars equator hot
Tropic bitches hotter than it
I'm dat nigga yeah I said it
Flyer than a canary did you get the fucking message

Getting top in the whip. feel amazing
Heavenly she working angles
Ass sit amazing Eiffel out in Paris
French kiss my dick for the flavor
Unoriginal, is scary
Take my drip never worried
Swag the mind not the pocket.
Money don't mean shit hoe
Hate in the air
Febreeze to stop the nausea
Seasick
So when the ship started sinking I ain't jump ship bitch
Set me a bigger sail drowned out fear bitch
Damn
This is how that shit feel

On The dark side of London
The dark side of london
On The dark side of London
The dark side of London
On the dark side of London



Credits
Writer(s): David Moore
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