UK Girl - Sophia Grace

Want it, find it, see it, get it, be rich now or just for get it, earn it, steal it, beg it, buy it, can't stay broke you got to try it* Dream it, plan it, chance it, risk it, bring your guns, machete, ratchet, load it, lock it, pocket, strap it, on gun, long gun, automatic Hunt it, search it, time it, find it, while you fence it, while they climb it, breech it, brichet it, reach it, take it, dog is sleep and don't you wake it Have it, hold it, clench it, hide it, the cops sold goods and the guns beside it, fence it, raid it, beat it, skate it, oo get caught them cops feel jaded Earn it, check it, stop, inspect it, look whose here can stab or beck it, knob it, cough it, jeep it, truck it, putting on stunt people can't flip off it Freeze it, please it, cock it, squeeze it, puncture brain nobody needs it, truck it, trace it, pick it, waste it, gunshot for your face and space it Chop it, bash it, smash it, scrape it, try you may but can't escape it, rise it, gage it, pass it, blaze it, cop's head gone a bullet shave it Shoot to kill it, mute it, steal it, got one life you can't reveal it, know it, pre it, saw it, fleet it, logic, laws, and rules we wrote it Chems for logic, chems for logic, chems for logic, Chems for logic, chems for logic, chems for logic, Chems for logic, chems for logic, chems for logic, Chems for logic, chems for logic, chems for logic, Chems for logic, chems for logic, chems for logic, Chems for logic Don't take it keep it too long it's not a fucking love song, eat your words, its fictional you got my money and the cars got the gun avoid the boss, time to kill, it's will I still, You confess, you got your bullets in your vest keep it moving, move away smoke my cokes you former player You confess, you got your bullets in your vest keep it moving, move away smoke my cokes you former player your such a bird keeps your word, turn to dust, I corrode, and then I rust Chems for logic, chems for logic, chems for logic, chems for logic, chems for logic, chems for logic, chems for logic, chems for logic

Goes out to the North Side, South Side, East Side, West Side Goes out to the whole UK Gonna send this one out to all the ravers that go out on the weekend All over the UK, just keep raving Keep raving until you run out of breath and need resuscitating You know this, 'cause this one's yours and it's raw Goes out to the London mass for absolutely cruise controlling on this one Oh my Gosh Oh my Gosh Oh my Gosh This one goes out to the whole of the UK Oh my Gosh Just gotta keep it moving Oh my Gosh Oh my Gosh Oh my Gosh Goes out to the North Side, South Side, East Side, West Side Oh my Gosh A DJ would say a good MC is somebody who doesn't talk too much I would say a good MC is an MC who doesn't talk over the lyrics And doesn't talk over the breaks Oh my God Goes out to the London mass for absolutely cruise controlling on this one Oh my Gosh Oh my Gosh Oh my Gosh Oh my Gosh Oh my Gosh Oh my Gosh Oh my Gosh Goes out to the North Side, South Side, East Side, West Side Oh my Gosh Feels alright This sensation Feels alright Hey yeah yeah yeah Engineer think you can turn on the sound please? I'll be very very grateful Hey yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah This sensation it feels alright Yeah yeah yeah This sensation it feels so right, so right, so right This sensation it feels so right Reaching out to the outer skeleton pro Lookin' good we should make some now Who would make some now? Release until they can say Oh my Gosh Oh my Gosh Oh my Gosh Oh my Gosh Oh my Gosh

If love endured that ancient cross How precious is my Savior's blood The beauty of heaven wrapped in my shame The image of love upon death's frame If having my heart was worth the pain What joy could You see beyond the grave If love found my soul worth dying for How wonderful, how glorious My Savior's scars victorious My chains are gone, my debt is paid From death to life and grace to grace If heaven now owns that vacant tomb How great is the hope that lives in You? The passion that tore through hell like a rose The promise that rolled back death and its stone If freedom is worth the life You raised (oh) Where is my sin, where is my shame? (Oh, Jesus) If love paid it all to have my heart How wonderful, how glorious My Savior's scars victorious My chains are gone, my debt is paid From death to life and grace to grace When I see that cross, I see freedom When I see that grave, I'll see Jesus And from death to life, I will sing Your praise In the wonder (come on, you sing) of Your grace When I see that cross, I see freedom When I see that grave, I'll see Jesus And from death to life, I will sing Your praise In the wonder of Your grace When I see that cross, I see freedom When I see that grave, I'll see Jesus And from death to life, I will sing Your praise In the wonder of Your grace (oh, when I see that cross) When I see that cross, I see freedom (come on) When I see that grave, I'll see Jesus And from death to life, I will sing Your praise In the wonder of Your grace How my soul will sing Your praise In the wonder of Your grace How my soul will sing Your praise How wonderful, how glorious My Savior's scars victorious My chains are gone, my debt is paid From death to life and grace to grace (when I see that cross) When I see that cross, I see freedom When I see that grave, I'll see Jesus And from death to life, I will sing Your praise In the wonder (come on) of Your grace When I see that cross, I see freedom When I see that grave, I'll see Jesus And from death to life, I will sing Your praise In the wonder of Your grace How my soul will sing Your praise In the wonder of Your grace How my soul will sing Your praise How wonderful, how glorious My Savior's scars victorious My chains are gone, my debt is paid From death to life and grace to grace

Do I attract you? Do I repulse you with my queasy smile? Am I too dirty? Am I too flirty? Do I like what you like? I could be wholesome, I could be loathsome Guess I'm a little bit shy Why don't you like me? Don't you like me Without making me try? I tried to be like Grace Kelly But all her looks were too sad So I tried a little Freddie I've gone identity mad (Mad, mad, mad!) I could be brown, I could be blue I could be violet sky I could be hurtful, could be purple I could be anything you like Gotta be green, gotta be mean Gotta be everything more Why don't you like me? Don't you like me? Walk out the door! How can I help, how can I help How can I help what you think? Hello my baby, hello my baby Putting my life on the brink Why don't you like me? Why don't you like me? Why don't you like yourself? Should I bend over? Should I look older To be put on your shelf? I tried to be like Grace Kelly But all her looks were too sad, yeah So I tried a little Freddie I've gone identity mad! (Mad, mad, mad!) I could be brown, I could be blue I could be violet sky Could be hurtful, could be purple I could be anything you like Gotta be green, gotta be mean Gotta be everything more Why don't you like me? Don't you like me? Walk out the door! Alright Grace Kelly Here we go I could be brown, I could be blue I could be violet sky I could be hurtful, I could be purple I could be anything you like Gotta be green, gotta be mean Gotta be everything more Why don't you like me? Don't you like me? (Why?) I could be brown, I could be blue I could be violet sky Could be hurtful, could be purple I could be anything you like Gotta be green, gotta be mean Gotta be everything more Why don't you like me? Don't you like me? Walk out the door! (Oh, yeah) (Why don't you walk out that door) Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh (Grace, Grace, Grace) walk out the door! (Grace, Grace Kelly)

Another head hangs lowly Child is slowly taken And the violence causes silence Who are we mistaken? But you see, it's not me It's not my family In your head, in your head, they are fighting With their tanks, and their bombs And their bombs, and their drones In your head, in your head, they are crying What's in your head, in your head? Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie What's in your head, in your head? Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie, oh Another mother's breakin' Heart is takin' over When the violence causes silence We must be mistaken It's the same old theme In two thousand eighteen In your head, in your head, they're still fightin' With their tanks, and their bombs And their guns, and their drones In your head, in your head, they are dyin' What's in...