Pass through Hayes and Harlington
Like “We are the Hayes, We are the Hayes”
Brother, these are the days
Queen’s Park to Harlesden
I’m moving like a charlatan
I’ve never been North West
Apart from Wembley Park or Hertfordshire
On that latter matter, I’ve met every kid from Harpenden
Some silly freshers
Claiming they’re from ends
Like they’vе got yards in Peckham
We look closer, see thеir postcodes start with “AL”
Bruv, they’re moving like they’re Murray
All we do is sit and laugh at em
But I shouldn’t throw sticks and stones from a glass house
Family’s all from South West
Me, I’m from a large town, Woking Town
Hop on another train to Waterloo
That’s where I started working with the ink
Like Mr Waternoose (Mike Wazowski!)
It’s Mike “Va-zof-ski”, bro, I never knew
Stewing on this knowledge
That they served me with some gulasz at Mamuśka
We split and dip, heading to The Cut
Ain’t no motive tho
We’re just getting the Jubilee from Southwark
Grab our connection from London Bridge
It takes a couple years
Cause they rework it when the sun’s down
I’m a dunce now
Lost, and on my ones now
Ain’t been here in months now
So how the fuck did I end up in Canning Town?
Ain’t nothing here for me
I’ll jump on the DLR, just to try and bag the front seat
That never happens (Trust me)
Uh, come off at Pontoon Dock and watch the sun set
Protected by those sails stabbed in sand
Since my Mum’s first breath
Look west down the Thames
Canary Wharf’s bright lights are shining
Even when it’s pouring down
Grey skies filled with scores of clouds
It always looks the same, standing tall
The Crown Jewel of the Docklands
I’ve finally got it now, yeah
Privy to it while I’m wandering through town, uh
Vive la vie de flânerie!
A sea of feet through the Square Mile
Yet you don’t drown into the crowds
But how?
It’s a simple notion
River flows, in constant motion
Like the population grows
Cause folks, they go across the globe
In liners, cross the skies and oceans
In defiance, protest, or hope for progress, yeah
It started time ago
The Romans came by boat
And spoke their "veni, vidi, vici" shit
Got posted in their tunics, togas
Nowadays, we step through Central in these garms sublime
The town around us changes
Makes a statement, takes a stand and fights
I look down for a sec to Burberry check the time
When I look up and see it's London Pride
A Fuller life, defeating hatred
So spend a couple days here
You may just find your place and stay
Eight million faces, they'd all say the same
No matter what they pen or spray
The basic language stays the same
A wise man once claimed
That he who tires of London Nights is tired of life
I just hope he changes face when the day breaks
(I just hope he changes face when the day breaks)
(I just hope he changes face when the day breaks)