I'm out here socialising
My soul providing a road for vibing
Summer is here
But in London the weather man often get told he lying
Hot weather is most surprising
It really unfold horizons
Winter says down your lying but summer says get up mould your life here
Fine girls swaying in the breeze
Only bikinis and short jeans
Out in full force at the sign of warmth cose
Most of us pasty as cream
They try say it's illegal but smell of green on every street
Peeps will do for the peeps no matter what they debate up in their keep
This the outro to the intro
End of the beginning
I'm ready as the recipe of the sticking of spaghetti on the ceiling
The music meanta be revealing
F*ck appealing
The paint on my walls is peeling so I'm feeling it's time meaning I step to the mic with all of my being
From London to a universe of reason
The road of the dreamer be the loneliest,
But this is the end of the beginning the outroneous