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My story starts in Bethnal Green I stole a cigarette from the homeless man Like the city boys in Liverpool Street With my 1990s energy I say a few Hail Mary's, a few Glory Be's But when that does not work, I use the magic in me I use my hometown edge (I use my hometown edge) I'm trying to find God in my own little way I'm trying to taste God, I need to consume him But the world resists, it goes back to 2D So I change the scene and I hail a taxi The taxi driver has a bad case of the "can't takes" To hold his tongue, 'cause I'm young, black, and I'm handsome Take me, take me, take me to the West End But do not pass go, do not collect two hundred On the Strand I blow a kiss to my effigy Over the river where Terry meets Julie Racing down Whitehall, the whips have lost control We're speeding now, non-stop green lights Wind down the windows to feel the night air Faster, driver, faster, I need to feel it in my hair In my hair Letras de cancionesIn my hair In my hair I use my hometown edge I use my hometown edge I use my hometown edge I use my hometown God, God, we love you God, God, we love you God, God, we love you God, God, we love you From Letras Mania