Kaelen Ruder - Quiet Night Lyrics

Lyrics Quiet Night - Kaelen Ruder



London Get up in here
Yea
You got nothing to fear
Yea
Think you can take it?
Come on!
Rotary phones
Spinning in my head
Cemetery bones
Paying my respects
Taking out loans
Savin all our necks
Sick money blows
I write iller checks
Rationing dough
Eatin food stamps
Turn the lights low
I got antique lamps
I get it I go
We are all tramps
House got blown
Underground camps
Top Shotta Flow
Smokin the half pipe
Planes fly low
Looking for a half night
Knock off big bro
I start talking knife
Hitler got goals
Blond hair blue eyes
All my moves recorded in technicolor video
Measure the goods in liters, grams and kilos
We went metric then electric cuz the coal low
Walking paraplegics their words come out mad slow
Sword against my neck cuz a the treaty of Versaille
Now the kings got a sword on my head guess I'm a knight
Went Lancelot cuz I got a lot of land and chances
To steal your jeweled crown and put it where my hat is
See the fact is at the end of the day
Imma push the subject and start to predicate
I can see right through you like an English garden gate
It's like a Mussolini walkin through and saying hullo mate
Imma tell you who I am you park --copper
Sit up straight son and stop being such a flopper
Say im crazy cuz a what I do with my money
But I Got in with the Kray's for what I did with my money
Thatcher think I got the theraflu, I'm like loadsamoney
Caravaggios, Van Goghs, all the Claude Monet's
My choppa like Dizzee Rascal it leaves you looking up at earth
It sings a sweet tune you consume like Mrs. Butterworths
It got that triple bark with a kickback like Cerberus
Try to keep it on a leash but a piece a string is worthless
Rock a Chealsea F.C. everytime I'm overseas
Guess you could call me Alpha cuz I hop over the C
But don't try and slide the DM's cuz you can't DMC
O K R Jam Master J in RUN DMC
Free ain't free unless you play supply and demand
I have free will but I still don't feel like Will.I.Am
All these checks and balances, my checks bounce
For every ounce I dribble yea my dogs eat more than justm kibble
Simple minded- eight pints does more than the wine did
I don't drink it cuz I don't like anything fermented
If you in denial stop swimming and get out da Nile
Cuz if you defile their idols they'll put your name in da files
20 miles from London, I still see smoke from the stacks
It's a child Labour Party making the big Mac's big racks
Tea leaves in bales, Boston Tea Party bail the tea into the sea
East India crates lying in the harbor since 73
That's how we see em, whack through the waves
Don't look back, through, or in the wicked enclaves
Where it's like Neanderthals in caves and no matter how
Suave the men the women never really crave
So they behave like they at a Downing Street rave
Wearing Air max BMs cuz comfort is key for
Getting high off a key it's like they unlock the door
And think their set free - man, if only they knew
Parallel lines
Stay Straight and narrow
First born dies
Son of the Pharaoh
So much depends
On the wheelbarrow
Off the deep end
Bleeding from the marrow
Usury lends
Worldly brushstrokes
Sin doesn't mend
Fatal Diet Coke
Prices incurred
Now we movin spice
Frankincense and myrrh
Madonna looking nice



Writer(s): Kaelen Ruder


Kaelen Ruder - London Falling
Album London Falling
date of release
19-04-2022




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