FR4NKIE - Another Day In Britain
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Hard to tell with fact and fiction
Cameras facial recognition
Follow codes its all unwritten
Million voices noone listens
Hard to tell with fact and fiction
Just another day in Britain
Cameras facial recognition
Just another day in Britain
Follow codes its all unwritten
Just another day in Britain
Million voices no one listens
Just another day in Britain
Same old story
Round here no guts no glory
One bag of work in my inventory
And it's still ten gun shots for a tory
Dragged out poorly
Poor me turned to what you got for me
And I'm big in Chorley you can get a 0.6 for a 40
Sirens
All I ever knew was violence
Filling up bags with items
Sitting here smoking loud in silencе
On sighters
Round here wе had to start from minus
Sat round Kyeza’s nah family we don’t like outsiders
Streets full of homeless people they’d rather spend your tax on bombs
Can't make a right with two wrongs
Best I could have hoped for was bronze
Cool like Fonze
Everything burst yeah that’s my dons
My brudda it’s more than songs
I’m telling ya
Hard to tell with fact and fiction
Just another day in Britain
Cameras facial recognition
Just another day in Britain
Follow codes its all unwritten
Just another day in Britain
Million voices no one listens
Just another day in Britain
Out here man done mileage
Life got too much vices
And my mums welcome sign
It read no blacks no dogs no irish
And we’re all skint but our money ain’t valuable like time is
And with that being said mate
Done all the long ting let’s talk prices
Haves and have nots
Sat on a bus full of crackpots
Hello welcome to England where your dreams get shut down like laptops
I was on Bernard Mathews they was on steak and lamb chops
Now I move keys like padlocks
Can’t take none of my gang for no mascots
Rows and barneys
On the strip with a thousand Malis
Your gran died on her own whilst they was having them Downing parties
It’s funny how far I’ve seen them go for an ounce of charlie
Is this all there is? It can’t be
Hard to tell with fact and fiction
Cameras facial recognition
Follow codes its all unwritten
Million voices no one listens
Hard to tell with fact and fiction
Just another day in Britain
Cameras facial recognition
Just another day in Britain
Follow codes its all unwritten
Just another day in Britain
Million voices no one listens
Just another day in Britain
Cameras facial recognition
Follow codes its all unwritten
Million voices noone listens
Hard to tell with fact and fiction
Just another day in Britain
Cameras facial recognition
Just another day in Britain
Follow codes its all unwritten
Just another day in Britain
Million voices no one listens
Just another day in Britain
Same old story
Round here no guts no glory
One bag of work in my inventory
And it's still ten gun shots for a tory
Dragged out poorly
Poor me turned to what you got for me
And I'm big in Chorley you can get a 0.6 for a 40
Sirens
All I ever knew was violence
Filling up bags with items
Sitting here smoking loud in silencе
On sighters
Round here wе had to start from minus
Sat round Kyeza’s nah family we don’t like outsiders
Streets full of homeless people they’d rather spend your tax on bombs
Can't make a right with two wrongs
Best I could have hoped for was bronze
Cool like Fonze
Everything burst yeah that’s my dons
My brudda it’s more than songs
I’m telling ya
Hard to tell with fact and fiction
Just another day in Britain
Cameras facial recognition
Just another day in Britain
Follow codes its all unwritten
Just another day in Britain
Million voices no one listens
Just another day in Britain
Out here man done mileage
Life got too much vices
And my mums welcome sign
It read no blacks no dogs no irish
And we’re all skint but our money ain’t valuable like time is
And with that being said mate
Done all the long ting let’s talk prices
Haves and have nots
Sat on a bus full of crackpots
Hello welcome to England where your dreams get shut down like laptops
I was on Bernard Mathews they was on steak and lamb chops
Now I move keys like padlocks
Can’t take none of my gang for no mascots
Rows and barneys
On the strip with a thousand Malis
Your gran died on her own whilst they was having them Downing parties
It’s funny how far I’ve seen them go for an ounce of charlie
Is this all there is? It can’t be
Hard to tell with fact and fiction
Cameras facial recognition
Follow codes its all unwritten
Million voices no one listens
Hard to tell with fact and fiction
Just another day in Britain
Cameras facial recognition
Just another day in Britain
Follow codes its all unwritten
Just another day in Britain
Million voices no one listens
Just another day in Britain
