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letra de welcome to britain - collistar

[intro: unknown voice and marty]
hey marty, look, looky here
what’s that?
h
h? what’s h?
shh! that’s a lie, it’s heroin
will it make me sick like the reefers did?
well go on and try it, i dare ya
how much is it gonna cost?
it’s only gonna cost you nothing, it’s free!
oh
i dare ya

[verse 1: collistar]
h-llo welcome to england, it’s much more than bangers and mash
we got geezers out on the lash and local dealers flashing their cash
council kids that are way too flash, always raining, same old splash
landlords that are way too rash and the price inflation stops your stash
h-llo welcome to england, it’s much more than fish and chips
we got kids with too much lip and guys in bits with six and bricks
people will just live for pics, local chicks, football kits
melting pot of vocal brits and a bunch of bands with so-called hits
h-llo welcome to england, it’s much more than beans on toast
we need more than dreams and hopes, we need less of them empty clones
hard work i do plenty, grafting i do loads
i can’t let these twenties go, i’ve gotta let this century know

[chorus: collistar]
h-llo welcome to britain
or should i say benefit britain?
lack of intelligence britain?
social degenerate britain?
yeah, the one half’s broke, but the other half’s livin’
we need way more hope, we need to be way more givin’

[verse 2: collistar]
you know what this place is? (what is it?)
it’s just monetary racist, it’s familiar faces
that know you on a first name basis, but we’re all similar cases
we want a happy monday, not a sad oasis
but we keep on chasing status
i wanna go back to the basics
but let’s face it, nah
we won’t rearrange it, if it’s simple england won’t change it
we’ve got so many choices, a country with so many voices
like, “’ello mate”, “good evening sir”
“give me your plate, are you being served?”
but your voice don’t matter, what does is your voice on matters
who cares about stammer and grammar? you know what, get out that chatter
we’ve got mad loads of grub, mac d’s, bags of weed
chicken shops and gastro pubs, but i don’t put hands on buds

[verse 3: collistar]
i’m a big boat race, blacknall face, familiar face in the big rat race
making chips for change, waste [?] so slim and plain
but i don’t want glitz and fame, diamond rings and big gold chains
just to take these chicks on dates, for any old chips and steak
i’m fed up of facing cheques, i fed up of facing debts
i’m not here just placing bets, in the club jus’ chasing skets
yeah, i sound so negative, but i don’t say it for the h-ll of it
it’s not to start sounding relevant, or to prove my intelligence
in fact, that’s right, i’m just bringing new elements
we’re thinking black on white, but i’m bringing the light like crossing the pelican
when you believe in yourself like i do, you won’t show no hesitance
i’m talking about britain, social degenerate britain

- collistar

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