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I just think that it′s just, uh, this whole thing
Is a reflection of how we are valued as immigrants
We built Britain
When we went to Britain, there were no Britain, just a name
We built it

And I hope that JJ can see us and learn a lot from our experiences
Our trials, our tribulations, our joys, and our successes
And I hope that he can go forward and have
Many successes of his own in the future
Come to me
In those open arms is where I wanna be

Come to me

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I see my son like my Grammy and my daughter's my BAFTA
I get rewarded every morning with the spirit of Grandma
Knew life was short, but when I saw
Them bury the Panther, I hit record


Let′s get it
Made my whole family a fortune, I'm Les Dennis
Less talkin' and more presence

My girl thinks she don′t get enough credit

She cry me a river to get over that bridge, we just went Venice
Growin′ up, I never felt love was precious

'Cause on a scale of one to ten, I′d always come up small, measured
In the ends, keepin' up with endeavours

Where they said the writing′s on the wall
That's why we′re in the pen, sentenced
And my right arm's severed
It's ironic how we′re seein′ eye to eye, but I

Couldn't tell you where my friend′s head is 'cause we′re deep
In the gutter where we'd reach for our mothers
But they′re workin' overtime, so there wasn't time to hold us
Now the streets, we′ve become off
And then he is my brother, but he sends me OT
To bring him back a bunch of oners
The police tryna cuff us
Can I dream? Can I come up?
Or is this how I′m designed like my Balenciaga runners?
That I meet, me, I shut her and the beef


It's an utter nightmare on every street
So I sleep in my puffer with my knife in my jumper
If I gotta cut you to cut through for the bread
Then I slide through the butter, ah, man

Dividin′ all my profits got me feelin' like I lost it
Askin′ my accountant how my wins become my losses

You suffer when you boss it, tryna tweak my outgoings
There's an office in my office

If the shoe fits, I hope it′s polished
Try and put your best foot forward, kinda tryna take you off it
I'm hopscotchin'
Preferred when dodgin′ bullets was my problem
This tax robbin′ is uncommon
In the House of Commons with less commas

On my digits, weighin' up my options
I′ma go, but I can't pay my mortgage payin′ homage, ah, man

Tell the higher-ups that I'm plannin′ to go on strike

Long division, watchin' my salary splits divide
You got the little man workin' for the bigger man
Then why the middle man get a slice?
My conscience is clear
I ain′t took a pound I wasn′t due

Still, it cost a hundred thousand for this panoramic view
I'm in sixth gear in the driver′s seat
Lewis just hit me privately
Told me it's a two-man race and he sees the rivalry
Every time they see me cross the line, they move the distance
The podium don′t ever show the bigger picture

Every time my hands are on the prize, I get a blister

Stitch up, I share my open wounds on my Insta
Ah, man, ah, man, I've been an open book
Just so the world can look

You see my world crashin′ down before me
When the fed wanted the glory and done my father naughty
It's what it taught me
I had to walk away to walk towards me and my siblings
My uncle goes to war for all the victims
There's the difference
I help him fight the system through the system
I′m all Christian, Rasta, and half-immigrant

My brother′s keeper, the vessel, I'm articulate, yeah
I hope I made you feel at home
Take your shoes off at the door
Look through the windows of my soul and

Come to me
In those open arms is where I wanna be
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah