Bookies, fingers crossed
Views from tower blocks
From Spitalfields to bethnal green
I think I have seen enough
Prayers in chapel-brown
Boxed in globe town
When the sun comes up the fiends come out
Oh and may he bless them all
My stairs a drug den
Our air infused with weed
When the powder hits the molly sits
Will we make it through the week
Kissing on canals
Drink ups we'll never make
Cause London Fields seems far away
So in E1 we will stay...
Bookies, fingers crossed
Views from tower blocks
From Spitalfields to bethnal green
I think I have seen enough
Prayers in chapel-brown
Boxed in globe town
When the sun comes up the fiends come out
Oh and may he bless them all
We're royals in our castle
This tower hamlets our domain
We're royals in our castle
Our castle
Tags sprayed in silver
Warhols and Basquiats
So let's leave our mark
Our legacy until we make it out
Covids inflating...
Heard its Brazilian strain
If I hear the word unprecedented again i'm throwing hands
Bookies, fingers crossed
Views from tower blocks
From Spitalfields to bethnal green
I think I have seen enough
Prayers in chapel-brown
Boxed in globe town
When the sun comes up the fiends come out
Oh and may he bless them all