God Save the Queen - U.K - Ian Post

What's poppin' No control C, no paste I'm so foreign Save my Gs and queen Ps keep calling Slidin' bass, hold on, wait No word in Polish If you dunno them, Gs from OFB Shoutout London Shoutout Tottenham And shoutout Leicester Fuck the po- po- The ting don't do the drugs so Tripin' solo Excuse me, pardon bando waiting until Them finally prosper But the draw outs are happening too got The mandem doing up Marcus Rashford Pause up, challenge Ref be fuckin' savage Count yo sins, taste em flavor (ayy) Don't be jealous Fuckin' madness When I catch 'em capin' Pop smoke feelings Born in the trap, so I'ma die a fucking legend Save my Gs, take care of the bando Pain is deep, so love is random Save the queen, they'll be lurking like an Arsène Wenger For the streets, four plus four, hate me later Hold up, save my Gs and save the bando Got no love, we fuck them opps Always random Save the queen, they'll be lurking like an Arsène Wenger On the wing like David Beckham, see you later Ring, ring, delete Please don't call me "sweetie" When I'm missin' digits Chasin' paper, feeds my feelings Ate her titties for them flavor She's my red-hot chilli Love is tender So I'm gentle when her pussy need it Lick it and touch it, she counts me in no mathematics Cash spent for fashion, so all the time I spend on passion No lights or flashes My skin is white, but drown in darkness She fills my DM, but I didn't even look for caption Save my Gs, take care of the bando Pain is deep, so love is random Save the queen, they'll be lurking like an Arsène Wenger For the streets, four plus four, hate me later Hold up, save my Gs and save the bando Got no love, we fuck them opps Always random Save the queen, they'll be lurking like an Arsène Wenger On the wing like David Beckham, see you later

Those beneath us are the ones who need us You've let somebody else take our place Cry us a river Cross your little fingers You've let somebody else take our place I'm addicted to conception of affectionate narration Hang the king, elect the bleak reflection of perfection A bald man's statue in the middle of a square I love this land, dog Express the extraordinary need for demonstration Build the bigger and balder piece of bloody meditation A black building, white building, green building, people singing: I love this land, but Mother of god Was all of it worth it? Don't stand in the doorway Oh, don't block up the hall WE ARE DONE Christmas present Life is not that pleasant All those idols are not worth your time The words are forgotten They're drowning in the water Where's the beauty in your ordinary life? We're fallen idols Begging for your kindness Do you remember all the songs we used to play? We bow in your presence Hope you buy our record Don't let somebody else take our place

I'ma take a Bud Light break, ah, ah I just came down from the high of my life I just, I just came down from the high of my life See us popping champagne, we could do it all night And if everything gone bad, we gon' make it alright How you expecting awards when you ain't put in work? And I just got off the phone, yeah, with my realtor And I've been eating so good that, bitch, my belly broke And I might cop that Mulsanne cause, bitch, that Bentley talk Put that sauce on that bitch real quick Put that ice on that wrist real slick Girl, I know you know my wallet's real thick And I'm wonderin', wonderin' what you're drinking I just came down from the high of my life I just, I just came down from the high of my life See us popping champagne, we could do it all night And if everything gone bad, we gon' make it alright We don't fucking fuck with y'all, do we? We don't gotta stunt on y'all, do we? Bring that money back to yours truly When I'm rocking all my goddamn jewelry, yeah Hey, I just hopped out the foreign, looking so pretty, yeah And yeah, that watch on my arm look like a trillion You know that White Iverson, no, keep that jewelry tucked And I just bought out my brain, I feel like Bubba Chuck Girl, I'm zoned out, I feel my Xans Ain't nobody understand It's you and I, go and call your friends Let's get a lot of kerosene You gon' ride that bump-and-grind Yeah, let me see that double-time You ain't gotta tell them hoes because they know, yeah I just came down from the high of my life I just, I just came down from the high of my life See us popping champagne, we could do it all night And if everything gone bad, we gon' make it alright We don't fucking fuck with y'all, do we? We don't gotta stunt on y'all, do we? Bring that money back to yours truly When I'm rocking all my God damn jewelry Tell me, who do you call? When the night gets long And you're sitting by the phone 'Cause all those drugs wore off I just came down from the high of my life I just, I just came down from the high of my life See us popping champagne, we could do it all night And if everything gone bad, we gon' make it alright High of my life High of my life High of my life High of my life High of my life