Brixton Briefcase
Lyrics
In here my Brixton briefcase (yea)
From across the pond
London's burning (yea)
But the beat goes on
Feel my power (power)
The electric life
Real rude boys (yea)
On the town tonight
We don't need no fighting
All these beautiful birds around
The liquor charge like lightning
As soon as the sun goes down
Turn it on
Hey!
Oh, turn it on
Hey!
Turn it on
Hey!
Oh, turn it on
Hey!
I got a Brixton briefcase (yea)
Ministry of Sound
The walls between us
We gon' tear them down
It's a Brixton briefcase (briefcase)
Is that such a sin?
Blokes get batoned
They get a Chelsea grin
Girl do your dance for me glorious
Smile and sing along
Shake your ass for me, mama
They're playin' your favorite song
Turn it on
Hey!
Oh, turn it on
Hey!
Turn it on
Hey!
Oh, turn it on
Hey!
All along from records
Nothing's solved
Turn it up louder
Tell Old Bill fuck off
All my feelings
All my friends
Had to ride that train
All the way to the ends
All of you and not your neighbor
Pretending to be posh
Baby, the music can save us
Only a wanker was searching for
Get it on
Hey!
Get, get it on
Hey!
Turn it on
Oh, turn it on
Hey!
I got a Brixton briefcase
Feel my power
Got a Brixton briefcase
Feel my power
Writer(s): CEE GREEN, WILL KENNARD, SAUL MILTON, RICK NOWELS
Copyright(s): Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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