Benjamin Clementine - London Lyrics
As i sit on the back of this grey caravanTomorrow he will probably be jumping barriersWith a bottle in his handSparkling, Sparkling water mixed with peaches and ramHonestly i don't drink but if i did this will be my favourite punchHe saidWalk out the door with her he could see everyoneDressed in black a class that seem far too fetchedShe said look at you, look at you, your game is overYour cup is full, your cup is full so why you praying for more exposureIt is obvious you are trying, but its dubious stop or you will die hereYou are pretending but no one is buyingLondon London London is calling youWhat are you waiting for, what you searching for?London London London is all in youWhy are you denying the truthI might I might I might be boring youAlthough its not clear as the morning dueThough my ways are not happening i won't underestimatewho i am capable of becomingHistory will be made today is written boldly on his faceSo clear you can hardly miss it, you can hardly miss itFor transcending the carries of yesterday was and is the dreamOn a road where Cleopatras comes and go like fishes caught in pondsthrown back for funShe said look at you look at you, why can't you just pick a fleetYour cup is full, your cup is full what have you not achievedIt is obvious you are trying, but its dubious stop or you will die hereYou are pretending but no one is buyingLondon London London is calling youWhat are you waiting for, what you searching for?London London London is all in youWhy are you denying the truthI might I might I might be boring youAlthough its not clear as the morning dueWhen my ways are not happening i won't underestimatewho i am capable of becoming
