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Lletres: Lady Sovereign. Public Warning. My England.

It ain't about tea and biscuits
I'm one of those English misfits
I don't drink tea I drink spirits
And I talk a lot of slang in my lyrics

There goes a horse, courses for horses
Nah more like corpses on corners
And Staffordshire Bull Terriers
And late night crawlers

Police carry guns not truncheons
Make your own assumptions
London ain't all crumpets and trumpets
It's one big slum pit

We ain't all posh like the queen, we ain't all squeaky clean
Now do the Tony Blair, throw your hands in the air now everywhere
We ain't all squeaky clean, we ain't all posh like the queen
Now do the Tony Blair, throw your hands in the air now everywhere

This is the picture I painted my low down
This my London that I call my hometown
It's where I'm living and this is my low down
This is my England, I'm letting you know now

I don't watch the Antiques Roadshow
I'd rather listen to Run the Road
And smoke someone's fresh homegrown
And not get bloated on a plate of scones

Cricket, bowls, croquet, nah PS2 all the way
In an English council apartment
No, we don't all wear bowler hats and hire servants
More like 24 hour surveillance and **** on the pavements

We ain't all posh like the queen, we ain't all squeaky clean
Now do the Tony Blair, throw your hands in the air now everywhere
We ain't all squeaky clean, we ain't all posh like the queen
Now do the Tony Blair, throw your hands in the air now everywhere

This is the picture I painted my low down
This my London that I call my hometown
It's where I'm living and this is my low down
This is my England, I'm letting you know now

Big up Oliver Twist
Showing us know the nitty gritty of what London really is
It ain't all pretty, deal with the realness
It's all gritty, deal with the realness

Ooh the changing of the Queen's guard
That's nothing for me to come out of the house for
Tra la la
I'd rather sit on my ****

Another glass of Chardonnay, nah
We ain't all Bridget Jones clones
Who say pardon me
More like what's gwanin' mate, you get me

Now I can select a few
[Incomprehensible] like to reject all my views
Well, I'm letting you know the news and
Well, this is the straight up truth

We ain't all posh like the queen, we ain't all squeaky clean
Now do the Tony Blair, throw your hands in the air now everywhere
We ain't all squeaky clean, we ain't all posh like the queen
Now do the Tony Blair, throw your hands in the air now everywhere

We ain't all posh like the queen, we ain't all squeaky clean
Now do the Tony Blair, throw your hands in the air now everywhere
We ain't all squeaky clean, we ain't all posh like the queen
Now do the Tony Blair, throw your hands in the air now everywhere

This is the picture I painted my low down
This my London that I call my hometown
It's where I'm living and this is my low down
This is my England, I'm letting you know now

This is the picture I painted my low down
This my London that I call my hometown
It's where I'm living and this is my low down
This is my England, I'm letting you know now