Not too long ago in a land called London
I was feeling low and my life came un-done
I didn't even have a penny to my name, 
My minutes in the hours were just floatin' down the drain
So I started to think with the drink in the pub, 
That I could be pursuing other stuff
'Coz I told you take the rough with the smooth, 
Now listen to the groove
Time gets past it, the feeling lasted, 
Music blasted but nothing past it's stone, 
Gonna get my own, now we're in the zone
Everythings a mist to me and everythings a mystery
The things in life you wish to be we're leaving it to history
Better catch this life 'coz it's floatin' past, 
We're in the game and we're in to last, 
No one knows when fate gets past, 
If I'm gonna go I'm goin' out with a blast

Gotta sort it out but your [bad word] just turned away, 
Just turned away girl, just turned away
Tryna' sort my problems out from day-to-day, 
From day to day girl, from day to day

Then there were the days went no where at all but then
I started sprayin' on the trains and the walls
Got a girl and my life got better, left a few men feelin 'bit better
So pretty and her eyes were green, 
Felt proud to bring her out on the scene
About a year I was with her for and when we broke it left me quite sore
So I clicked my heels and kept walking, 
Seen another that I like, now we're talking

Well if there's a boat to the sun, I tell you every one wants on
If life for you has just begun, there's summer at the end of [bad word] So when the summer days blaze on, 
Sip a ber and look to the sun and keep it 98% fun, 
Be glad when your life times done, one

Gotta sort it out but your [bad word] just turned away, 
Just turned away girl, just turned away
Tryna' sort my problems out from day-to-day, 
From day to day girl, from day to day

Wake up early and my eyes are glazed, 
Reminiscing all them old school days
When I spent every day in a haze, looking out for your loved ones pays
New Era, new serial number, when I wake from slumber, 
Hear the [bad word]  don't tumble, ?Frank's? in the jungle
Grey cells automatically tell tails, 
From Ireland to Wales, wind in my sails
Sun on my face and when I'm gone there won't be no trace
Dapivate, demonstrate, it's about time to castrate
The [bad word] from the fiction, feal the friction burns
As we learn to take turns, now listen to my terms, 
'Coz every single one in the world gotta turn
We're leaving you third degree burns, as the wheel of fortune turns

Gotta sort it out but your [bad word] just turned away, 
Just turned away girl, just turned away
Tryna' sort my problems out from day-to-day, 
From day to day girl, from day to day
Gotta sort it out but your [bad word] just turned away, 
Just turned away girl, just turned away
Tryna' sort my problems out from day-to-day, 
From day to day girl, from day to day

If [bad word] gets bad you're gonna pull out of it, 
Think twice if you've got any doubts with it
'Coz it's not about pain in this life we live in
Let the chapter begin
Keep on graspin' keep on lastin, 
Make the future better than the past's been
Live everyday 'coz it could be your last on, 
Now you're tied to the mast son
22 years in the land called London, been dark been bright been fun son
This is for my peers in the land called London, 
Got your back when your [bad word] un-done
Seen a few deaths and tragedies, 
I know there souls are a-float on the breeze, 
So for you I'm burning some trees, can't ever forget the deceased
Every sing day in the land called London, 
Some bodies tryna' look out for a some one
Lace up my shoes so they [bad word] un-done, 
These are my words and this is my last one