GOD SAVE THE QUEEN (united kingdom) - the magic & music orchestra

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

Her toys are broken boys Lined heart to heart at the door Each a brunt-out kisson her lips The measure of her pleasure She's at a nice age, ripe age Ready to be killed by the thrill She's at a nice age, ripe age Ready to be killed by the thrill The child in her smile is cracked Her innocence smashed There's nothing left of her party dress The bow in her hair isn't there She's at a nice age, ripe age Ready to be killed by the thrill She's at a nice age, ripe age Ready to be killed by the thrill Through the prisons of perfume Alone with her cheekbones Counting lovers she has known In the secrets of her room Her toys are broken boys Lined heart to heart at the door Each a brunt-out kisson her lips The measure of her pleasure She's at a nice age, ripe age Ready to be killed by the thrill She's at a nice age, ripe age Ready to be killed by the thrill She's at a nice age, ripe age Ready to be killed by the thrill She's at a nice age, ripe age Ready to be killed by the thrill She's at a nice age, ripe age (The taste of first lipstick) Ready to be killed by the thrill (The mechanics of a wink) She's at a nice age, ripe age (The china of the doll) Ready to be killed by the thrill (Divine on her chaise lounge) She's at a nice age, ripe age Ready to be killed by the thrill She's at a nice age, ripe age Ready to be killed by the thrill...

You know about me? My name is Tong Poo! I'm running from far away! Let's dance! Let's dance with me! Hear me come! The press of Tong Poo! Let's dance! Let's dance with me!

Now the mask you're wearing Is stoney and staring Lines and tears, age and fears Growing old, Passions cold Now the mask you're wearing Is stoney and staring Lines and tears, age and fears Growing old, passions cold There's nothing in your eyes That marks where you cried All is blank, all is blind Dead inside, the inner mind There's nothing in your eyes That marks where you cried All is blank, all is blind Dead inside, the inner mind Is it me Is it you Behind this mask, I ask Is it me Is it you Who wears another face Is it me Is it you Behind this mask, I ask I ask I ask

Good evening, London We are Yellow Magic Orchest We hope you joy