歌词
作曲 : Brian Burton/Damon Albarn/David Jolicoeur/Harrison Armstrong/James Songer/Jamie Hewlett/Josh Bruce/Mohamed Amine Bouguenna
Feel good
Feel good
Feel good
Everybody living in my country feeling down
What the weather's getting hotter? And the sun is coming out
We don't the trust the politicians wish that we could kick 'em out
At least we got each other, hit me up, I'm coming round
Made a bit of money, but my brother's in a drought for cash
Coming out the rain ain't tryna see him like a drowning rat
Either way we're going out, I'm still gonna be dancing
If you can't afford a mansion, let's be raving in your council flat
Swiggin' a cup of BRU, ignorant ****er
UK with the sky's too grey, on road don't see no different colour
Yo, been in the gutter, life gets hard, been up and over
Get knocked down, I'm quick to recover
Don't carе if you're a bricky or if you're a plumber
You'rе my English brother
Sitting there poppin' a drink till I'm drunk and I think and I wonder
When did life in the working class get ripped from the culture?
Now we diss one another, stay indoors see business suffer
I'm tryna lift up a shot of
Sun come out I'm still getting pissed in the summer
Nottingham's baddest, ladies don't watch, I'm a gyalist
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
Raving in the council flat, don't ask where the bouncers at
Bun the government UK, I'm not paying my council tax
Man, I'm ravin' in the studio
Ra-ra-ra-ravin' in the studio
Man, I'm ravin' in the studio
The club ain't ****in' open, and I'm ravin' in the studio
Yeah
Windmill, windmill for the land
Turn forever, hand in hand
Take it all in on your stride (Alright)
It is ticking, falling down (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Love forever, love is free, let's turn forever, you and me (Okay)
Windmill, windmill for the land, is everybody in?
(Baow, Baow)
Ra-ra-ravin' in the studio (Yeah, yeah)
(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, yeh something to tell the time
Something 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, it's sweet
Feeling snickety for breakfast, they send me bangers to eat
When the neighbors getting lucky, they're hearing my unreleased and
When we're finished in the studio, I promise they kiss their teeth
I went from 7 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. (Ayyy)
Windmill, windmill for the land
Turn forever, hand in hand
Take it all in on your stride
It is ticking, falling down