Raving In The Studio (Remix)

Music: 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