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Lirik Is What It Is (feat. Songer & A Little Sound)

(Feel good)
(Feel good)
(Feel good)

Everybody livin' in my country feeling down
But the weather is gettin' hotter and the sun is comin' out
We don't trust the politicians, wish that we could kick them out
At least we got each other, hit me up, I'm comin' 'round ('round)
Made a bit of money, but my brother's in a drought for cash
Comin' out the rain, ain't tryna see him like a drownin' rat
Either way, we're goin' out, I'm still gonna be dancin'
If you can't afford a mansion, let's be ravin' 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
You know, been in the gutter, life gets hard, been up and over
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
Sittin' there, poppin' a drink 'til I'm drunk, and I think, and I wonder
When did life in the workin' class get ripped from the culture?

Now we diss one another, stay indoors, see business suffer
I'm tryna lift up a shot, sun comes out
I'm still gettin' pissed in the summer
Nottingham's baddest, ladies don't watch, don't like politics
Don't like politics, ban it, 20 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
Ravin' in the council flat, don't ask where the bouncers at
Bun the UK government, I'm not paying my council tax

Man, I'm ravin' in the studio (yeah, yeah, yet)
Ra-ra-ra-ravin' in the studio (yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
Man, I'm ravin' in the studio
The club ain't open, and I'm ravin' in the studio (ooh)

Windmill, windmill for the land (and I'm ravin' in the studio)
Turn forever, hand in hand (ra-ra-ra-ravin' in the studio)
Take it all in on your stride (and I'm ravin' in the studio)
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? (In the studio, baow, baow)
(Ra-ra-ravin' in the studio)
(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'll 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
Somethin' light, wanna fly, see the planet by 25
But I love forbidden fruits, so I'm raving for half the flight

Buy a bag of Maradona, thinking shit is sweet
Feelin' snickety for breakfast, they send me bangers to eat
When the neighbors gettin' lucky, they're hearing my unreleased
And when we're finished in the studio, promise they kiss their teeth
I went from seven 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 (ay)

Windmill, windmill for the land
Turn forever, hand in hand
Take it all in on your stride
It is ticking, falling down