Raving In The Studio (feat. Songer & Bru-C) [Remix]

Feel good

Feel good

Feel good

Everybody living in my country feeling down

What? The weather's getting hotter and the sun is coming out

We don't the trust the politicians, wish that we could kick 'em out

At least we got each other, hit me up, I'm coming round

Made a bit of money, but my brother's in a drought for cash

Coming out the rain ain't tryna see him like a drowning rat

Either way we're going out, I'm still gonna be dancing

If you can't afford a mansion

Let's be raving in your council flat

Swiggin' a cup of BRU, ignorant fucker

UK where the sky's too grey, on road don't see no different colour

Yo

Been in the gutter, life gets hard, bill up another

Get knocked down, I'm quick to recover

Don't care if you're a bricky or if you're a plumber

You're my English brother

Sit in the pub and I drink till I'm drunk and I think and I wonder

When did life of the working class get ripped from the culture?

Now we diss one another

Stay indoors, see business suffer

I'm tryna lift up a shutter

Sun comes out, I'm still getting pissed in the summer

Nottingham's baddest

Ladies, they all watch, I'm a gyalis

Don't like politics, ban it

Twenty-man deep at Buckingham Palace

Yo

UK, Air Max, CP, Stone Island

I'm rocking the maddest, cottons and fabric

In DnB, I've got my spot, they're not gonna have it

Don't doubt the facts, bound to blow, I'm down to rap

I found my flow, I'm proud of that

I lost my phone, I found my fags

Raving in a council flat, don't ask where the bouncers at

Bun the government UK, I'm not paying my council tax

Man, I'm ravin' in the studio

Ra-ra-ra-ravin' in the studio

Man, I'm ravin' in the studio

The club ain't fuckin' open

And I'm ravin' in the studio

Windmill, windmill for the land

Turn forever, hand in hand

Take it all in on your stride

It is ticking, falling down

Love forever, love is free

Let's turn forever, you and me

Windmill, windmill for the land

Is everybody in?

Baow!

I got, I got, I got, I got, I got, I got, I got, I got

My lawyer fees, my lawyer fees, could buy a CLA

And my notebook worth a mortgage, I'm hiding that in a safe

My momma said I got addictions, I swear it's just drum and bass

Ain't my fault, write a banger, I blink and I'm off my face

Want a double Disaronno with nothing else but a lime

Want a diamond-plated Carti, yeah, something to tell the time

Something light

Wanna fly, see the planet by twenty-five

But I love forbidden fruits, so I'm raving for half the flight

Buy a bag of Maradona, thinking shit it's sweet

Feeling snickety for breakfast, they send me bangers to eat

When the neighbors getting lucky, they're hearing my unreleased

And when we're finished in the studio, I promise they kiss their teeth

I went from 7 quid an hour to half a bag every minute

With tequila, lime and lemonade, cigarette as I sip it

I'm in it, no sleep for wicked, my missus back is Brazilly

From Brissy to Mississippi, we're raving in every city, ow!!!!

Windmill, windmill for the land

Turn forever, hand in hand

Take it all in on your stride

It is ticking, falling down