They hear my Brixton Briefcase, from across the pond London's burning, but the beat goes on, Feel My Power the electrical life real rude boys own the town tonight But we don't need no fighting all these beautiful birds around But it gonna change like lightning as soon as the sun goes down Turn it On Hey! Oh, Turn it On Hey! (X2) I got a Brixton Briefcase ministry of sound the walls between us they could tear them down It's a Brixton Briefcase Is that such a sin, blokes get battered they get a Chelsea grin Whoa, do you dance for me gorgeous smile and sing along shake your ass for me mama they're playing your favorite song Turn it On Hey! Oh, Turn it On Hey! (X2) Worn off records nothings off, turn it up louder, tell old bill fuck off! To all my family and all my friends Have to ride that train, all the way to the ends Aren't you a naughty little neighbour Pretending to be posh, maybe the music can save us Only a wanker would sit and watch Get on Get it on, get on Get it on Turn it on I've got a Brixton briefcase Feel my power I've got a Brixton briefcase F-F-F-Feel my power

Something's going on and I'm not saying you're to blame I know I'm not your girl, I know you're not my man But something's wrong, I can't explain After the waste of time, love, let's keep it plain, don't wanna play 'Cause boy, I'm grown and ya damn near twice my age So tell me what's happening So let me know just why I'm feeling strange Just let me know, boy, if your feelings changed Because I feel the way I feel and I won't let it go until You let me know 'cause it ain't feeling the same It's gone Along with games, the cars, the lies, the thrill is gone Woah, gone Though it was fun but now we're done, the thrill is gone Was is it just a chase? You're acting like you need some space Perhaps it was the fact, you want what you can't have And I won't let you get your way Why do you pick me up just to cast me away? The love I gave, never quite enough You really got me stuck, I need for you to set it straight So let me know just why I'm feeling strange Just let me know, boy, if your feelings changed Because I feel the way I feel and I won't let it go until You let me know 'cause it ain't feeling the same Oh, it's gone Along with games, the cars, the lies, the thrill is gone Woah, gone It was fun but now we're done, the thrill is gone, gone, oh Yeah, listen up, a cocktail keeps me company While the piano man plays one for me Some similar situation must have sent you 'Cause this is too cool to be coincidental And, oh yes, let's not forget You look like been dipped in hot chocolate And I means lots of it So instead of stay we did the opposite At a red light but I didn't stop for shit It's cool, I don't kiss and tell Oh lover, you don't listen well It's pleasure, pain's not in my planning Damn, I thought we had a understanding Oh, it's gone Along with games, the cars, the lies, the thrill is gone Woah, gone It was fun but now we're done, the thrill is gone The thrill is gone, woah

That's Chucks Lil bro, the roads ain't for you What you wanna be when you're older? Cee, I wanna be a drug dealer Go country and build a phone up Lil bro, you must be jokin' How many people in the can turned culprit? School ain't for me Yeah, I hear that, but hold it, just don't lose focus "You must have a dream or somethin'?" He just shrugged his shoulders Mumzy's broke, you know this So I soon go O for the olders Like Cench, put man on I wanna get Ps like you, like yeah, I'm involved I don't mind flyin' on- You're a young boy, everything glitter and gold For this life I lived, the chance is slim to make it rich Slept in the bando days on end, and it weren't the way to live Shortcuts where? Take the stairs, no handouts, no takin' lifts Pics bare broke with peps, KMT like Drake and Giggs Look, bro, I know how it gets Everyone eatin', but you ain't ate The truth is nobody will feed you in the jungle But you gotta get fed I'm hittin' the road instead I'm not gonna go get a job, that's dead I thought the roads was cool as a young boy It's not though, I got misled Look, bro, I know how it gets Everyone eatin', but you ain't ate The truth is nobody will feed you in the jungle But you gotta get fed I'm hittin' the road instead I'm not gonna go get a job, that's dead I thought the roads was cool as a young boy It's not though, I got misled If a man hops out of the ride with a knife same size as your thigh Gotta fear for your life Do you say fake it twice, the violence here gets normalized A lot of the time, it's only rap, but I gotta talk sometimes I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for the trap, I just can't glorify it You know what Cench? The fuck do you mean? Fuck your motivational speech I see you shinin', out of the ends When's the last time you been in the streets? You don't even know, I got my bros And when it gets peak, they back my beef And just 'cause you made it and got famous That don't mean that it could be me Bro, watch your tone, you're movin' mad Drop that pry when you chat to man Fuck the street, might frame you in I'll tell you straight and say how it is I'll tell you once, won't say it again So use your brain and take me in Same man that will back your beef Same ones that sends statements in I've seen that shit, shit go left, they'll leave man quick Get some bread, they'll start to scheme Go to jail, they'll beat mans chick I hope shit this make you reconsider the lifestyle that you chose to live Trust, we've all got options, it's London City, not Compton Let's be honest, you could've went college I get that your mumzy's an alcoholic It's been ten years that your pop said holla But trust me dawg, that's no excuse Best use that hunger to your advantage I know that you're smart, but you disregard it I know that you're feel like you're grown already But don't be silly, your life just started Look, bro, I know how it gets Everyone eatin', but you ain't ate The truth is nobody will feed you in the jungle But you gotta get fed I'm hittin' the road instead I'm not gonna go get a job, that's dead I thought the roads was cool as a young boy It's not though, I got misled Look, bro, I know how it gets Everyone eatin', but you ain't ate The truth is nobody will feed you in the jungle But you gotta get fed I'm hittin' the road instead I'm not gonna go get a job, that's dead I thought the roads was cool as a young boy It's not though, I got misled