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🩵🖤 LYRICS : I walk slow where the lights move fast Ghosts in flats from a richer past Mama’s prayers in shattered glass Future selling piece by piece at last They paint my block in designer tones Kick out hearts, replace with stones Lost our stories, lost our homes MAN SHUT THE F*CK UP Concrete roses in the morning rain Gold on towers, rust on pain City dressed up, soul in chains Same old streets, different names I walk slow where the lights move fast Ghosts in flats from a richer past Mama’s prayers in shattered glass Future selling piece by piece at last City whispers in my headphones low Rain on lashes, neon glow Broken dreams in a window show They sell my ends but they don’t know Postcode scars on designer skin Champagne tears in a council bin Old souls trapped in a glossy sin New rich gods with a hollow grin I move like silk through shattered streets Heart still drums to pirate beats From basement bars to corporate suites Same cold hunger, different seats They change the signs, change the signs, change the signs,… Shattered streets Heart still drums to pirate beats (3x) London nights in my bloodstream Bass too heavy for a soft dream Dark room queen with a cold sheen Wobble talk, yeah you know what I mean Man shut the f*ck up… wooo… Different names I walk slow where the lights move fast Ghosts in flats from a richer past Mama’s prayers in shattered glass The future selling piece by piece at last Erase the slang Rename the blocks, forget our pain Turn real lives into tourist frames Then ask why the youth feel chained I’m soft-spoken thunder in heels Velvet voice with iron will Every verse reveal what’s real Every rhyme a wound I heal Grandma’s prayers in tower shade Now it’s penthouses, barricades Kids learn hustle before grade Hope gets taxed, dreams delayed Still I float on a rebel tune Moonlight flows in my vocal bloom Pretty rage in a perfume room I make truth shake the bassline boom From Hackney trains to Thames-side views Same old fight in newer shoes They polish lies for evening news While truth still sleeps on broken queues I write for girls with silent screams For paper crowns and stolen dreams For every heart stuck in between What London was and what it seems Grace in posture, fire in pen I bend the system, don’t bend to men Soft but savage when I defendMy city, my blood, my voice, my end They can buy roads, buy skies, buy names But not my tongue, not my flame I sing through loss, I rap through change Still Queen of sound in shifting lanes City whispers in my headphones low Rain on lashes, neon glow Broken dreams in a window show They sell my ends but they don’t know -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Video made in: https://vizzy.io Project by: German