Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Henri Schamann
Songwriter
Lyrics
One, two, three, four
London
Something
Kick me out, never know what I'm doing wrong
She's been asking me to help her but I kinda think I won't
Bleached hair, cardigan sweater burden carried on my back
She yells and I think whatever, I couldn't listen what she said
Burn the house down, smoke a blunt and hit the town
Take a subway, speakers blast, the world's too loud
Feeling pretty, not a queen, I sold my crown
The only thing that rhymes on that would be a noun
But it's whatever, it's the same, my sos
But it's whatever 'cause you stabbed me in the back
You're not with me but I still fell for your trap
I couldn't ever go to London
'Cause all you said a fucking lie
It ain't pretty but it's something
Black to blue, I smile
I couldn't ever go to London
'Cause all you said a fucking lie
It ain't pretty but it's something
Black to blue, I smile
Couldn't tell you what I still adore
Leave me be, I won't show you the door
Cross the bridge, I fall into the light
No, you'll never tell if I'm alright
Back to the corner store
I'm feeling pretty fucking useless and hella bored
I don't wanna speak no I won't talk no more
I'm feeling like a wizard but you're a magic whore
But it's whatever, it's the same, my sos
But it's whatever 'cause you stabbed me in the back
You're not with me but I still fell for your trap
I couldn't ever go to London
'Cause all you said a fucking lie
It ain't pretty but it's something
Black to blue, I smile
I couldn't ever go to London
'Cause all you said a fucking lie
It ain't pretty but it's something
Black to blue, I smile
London
London
Writer(s): Henri Schamann
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