God of London

On the balcony, soulless fragrance
You let go, echo, you never heard the echoes
Blowing smoke rings, tragic face
Rise up and snatch your PlayStation aim
Got no name, no flames
God of London in the building
Life force dwindling, miss my baby so much
Life force dwindling, kept up with your aim
In the cab, W8
You rate those, I'll rate those
You rate those
Magic holes, magic holes
In the dark, he's giving himself God til Earth
On your knees, Wayne's purse
She got a purse, she had her makeup, she had a purse
She lost her makeup, she got another first
Fresh change, government check
Bruises, where's the spring water, where's the spring water
Sparkling mineral spring water
On the bridge, on the bridge
Feels so obvious I'm on the bridge
Champagne apocalypse
Champagne apocalypse
Champagne apocalypse

Look out for fellas who
Will need your name

Soul diminished, soul diminished, soul diminished
Lines of scrimmage, scrimmage, scrimmage
Instinct, instincts vanish
Paper trails, vapor resin turn to vapor
Sixth sense, she'll hurt you, she'll hurt you
You can't live your life without hurting anybody
He never can not hurt anybody
To my feeling, as my feeling, I got no feelings
No feelings, no feelings for NYC
No feelings for NYC, feelings for the city
The city, white wine is apocalypse
Champagne apocalypse
Champagne apocalypse
Upper bath champagne slave