Raving In The Studio (feat. Songer & Bru-C) [Remix]

(Feel good) (Feel good) (Feel good) Everybody livin' in my country feeling down But the weather is gettin' hotter and the sun is comin' out We do not trust the politicians, wish that we could kick them out At least we got each other, hit me up, I'm comin' 'round ('round) Made a bit of money, but my brother's in a drought for cash Comin' out the rain, ain't tryna see him like a drownin' rat Either way, we're goin' out, I'm still gonna be dancin' If you can't afford a mansion, let's be ravin' in your council flat Swiggin' a cup of BRU, ignorant fucker UK where the sky's too grey, on road, don't see no different colour You know, been in the gutter, life gets hard, been up and over Get knocked down, I'm quick to recover Don't care if you're a bricky or if you're a plumber You're my English brother Sittin' there, poppin' a drink till I'm drunk, and I think, and I wonder When did life in the workin' class get ripped from the culture? Now we diss one another, stay indoors, see business suffer I'm tryna lift up a shot, sun comes out I'm still gettin' pissed in the summer Nottingham's baddest, ladies don't watch, don't like politics Pull, I 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 Ravin' in the council flat Don't ask where the bouncers at Bun the UK government, I'm not paying my council tax Man, I'm ravin' in the studio (yeah, yeah, yet) Ra-ra-ra-ravin' in the studio (yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah) Man, I'm ravin' in the studio The club ain't open, and I'm ravin' in the studio (ooh) Windmill, windmill for the land (and I'm ravin' in the studio) Turn forever, hand in hand (ra-ra-ra-ravin' in the studio) Take it all in on your stride (and I'm ravin' in the studio) It is ticking, falling down Love forever, love is free Let's turn forever, you and me Windmill, windmill for the land Is everybody in? (In the studio, baow, baow) (Ra-ra-ravin' in the studio) (Uhg, uhg, uhg, go, uhg, go, uhg, go) I got my lawyer fees up, yeah, they 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, yeah, something to tell the time Somethin' 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 is sweet Feelin' snickety for breakfast, they send me bangers to eat When the neighbors gettin' lucky, they're hearing my unreleased And when we're finished in the studio, promise they kiss their teeth I went from seven 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 Windmill, windmill for the land Turn forever, hand in hand Take it all in on your stride It is ticking, fallin' down