Lyrics Put on for London - Kaelen Ruder

I'm Makin the Brits relevant, I'm making their name important
I'm mixin them in my music the solute and the solvent
Sip the water on my wrist, watch from Jacob and Kith
Two and two is easy math, and plus one is who I'm with

On the run from Sherlock Holmes I don't even have a home
But I'm turning the tide as I ride down the road like Al Capone
Visiting the cobbler cuz my feet hurt on these cobbled streets
Run into a scuttler mob all befuddled over taxed tea

My partner in crime asked for 16 lines so here's the mic yo

I'm from the 602
You're messin with me the same way that I'm messin with you
I assume that you like me,
To be honest I don't really do anything that exciting
So you should invite me
To whatever you got going on
I'm bored writing bars for this song
Cuz I think that 16 bars is way too long
I'm just playin
And I really have no idea what I'm writing or saying
So Here's a metaphor
The rap game is like room and I can't find my way in
I don't really know what I said that for
And I'm only on here just to feature
Cuz my flow is hot like kissing under bleachers
Spanking this beat like an old school teacher
Got you dancing like you just had a seizure

Turn night into day like a light switch
Lights out if you say you might switch
Pull my gang along like a truck hitch
Surrounded both sides like a sandwich

Heard the doo-wop and I knew what to do
With the crew in the 212 Brooklyn
The top 2 love God and your friends
Not sports and trends or your cars or your Benz

Imma keep it straight I won't ever bend
Cuz if I do his will then I know it's Gods plan
Was it in His will for Will to slap Chris
I mean I guess if it wasn't then he woulda missed

Put London on the track, I put London on my back
I put London on the map, never gonna give it back
Too many people thought I'd never come back
Now I'm coming after you yea I'm finna attack

Flank on the left, flamin tank to your left
Pre-Armageddon Imma leave you all bereft
Of your neck and your chains and your game
And your fame Thomas More never gonna the same

Yea you always come back like all my exe's
All the cash I spent on girls add up for a Lexus
Got all these half hearts that don't fit together
God never made lesbians so I can't either

My Bars sweet and savory, it's a secret recipe
Mixin it like Snoop and Martha Stewart in the bakery
I use the heavy Kareem to make it more Laker-ly
Yea they a British pound cake don't take it lightly

I didn't get my well-being throwing a ring into a well
And I didn't find peace by putting my soul up for sale
Remember bein a novice, thinkin his name was wale
Now I'm Ozzy yellow brick off-roadin, way off the rails

I hold up the glasslike Like a windowsill
Opaque like a stained glass don't know how I feel
I'm on my way up, jack and Jill on da hill
You better pray up cuz im back to kill

Back off against the wall no Bradley Beal
Shoot my shot Bom Bom like I'm a navy seal
Yea I get asked all the time - am I really for real
You they watching me like an old movie reel

In London I do the Buckingham step
I get a lot a looks cuz I gave London its rep
Got the kettle on the stove pack a tea in the clip
Rolls Royce rims pay a fee to see my whip

In London I do the Buckingham step
I get a lot a looks cuz I gave London its rep
Got the kettle on the stove pack a tea in the clip
Rolls Royce rims pay a fee to see my whip