Ren - Right here, right now (Fatboy Slim one shot retake) lyrics
Ren [Ren Eryn Gill] Bangor, Gwynedd, Wales, U.K. 🇬🇧
[Ren - Right here, right now Fatboy Slim one shot retake lyrics]
Weekend ravers packs of quavers
Blurry nights and Rizla papers
Bus pass savers record players
Turn them up and wake the neighbours
Find your saviour in a Jager
Drink it now regret it later
Dodgy flavours misbehaviour
Morning afters mashed potatoes
Britain god save our Great Britain
Can of Stella, Fish and chips and
Hollyoaks and bad decisions
Hypocrites and politicians
2 pound scratch cards on a mission
Mug of Tetley’s it's tradition
Super noodles, malnutrition
Living on the streets of Britain
Broke and hella skint sign on benefit's
Eye for an eye do a line for the hell of it
Prime-time deficit aSBO, dеcadent
Cuts and bruises on my exo-skеleton
Don don diggy, I’m don don diligent
Yes I’m addressing the room with the elephant
Dress so elegant nike veteran
1990s tracksuit wear it in
Oh when I do laps on the track with my flow
Call me the baker I need dough
King of north, I’m the new John snow
Game of thrones
I’m climbing out the window, up the wall
And I hop your fence parkour
And I break down your front door
And I’m meeting with your lover
Coz I love her and were going under covers
With no rubber im a fck her
Im a real cheeky bugger (Knock knock)
On the front door shit! it's her bother
He’s a mean mother sucker
He threw me an upper cut, ah
So I duck it and I dive, ah
Im still covered in saliva
Hes a physo and it's primal
It's a game of survival
So I bolt for the back door
Pray to the bible
That my legs go Usain bolt, I hope
Right here, right now
That my feet don’t fail me now
Back there, back then
When I go back way back when
Like this, like that
With the weight of the world on my back
Breathe in, relax
Got the Fatboy slim on the track, Brap!
Blurry nights and Rizla papers
Bus pass savers record players
Turn them up and wake the neighbours
Find your saviour in a Jager
Drink it now regret it later
Dodgy flavours misbehaviour
Morning afters mashed potatoes
Britain god save our Great Britain
Can of Stella, Fish and chips and
Hollyoaks and bad decisions
Hypocrites and politicians
2 pound scratch cards on a mission
Mug of Tetley’s it's tradition
Super noodles, malnutrition
Living on the streets of Britain
Broke and hella skint sign on benefit's
Eye for an eye do a line for the hell of it
Prime-time deficit aSBO, dеcadent
Cuts and bruises on my exo-skеleton
Don don diggy, I’m don don diligent
Yes I’m addressing the room with the elephant
Dress so elegant nike veteran
1990s tracksuit wear it in
Oh when I do laps on the track with my flow
Call me the baker I need dough
King of north, I’m the new John snow
Game of thrones
I’m climbing out the window, up the wall
And I hop your fence parkour
And I break down your front door
And I’m meeting with your lover
Coz I love her and were going under covers
With no rubber im a fck her
Im a real cheeky bugger (Knock knock)
On the front door shit! it's her bother
He’s a mean mother sucker
He threw me an upper cut, ah
So I duck it and I dive, ah
Im still covered in saliva
Hes a physo and it's primal
It's a game of survival
So I bolt for the back door
Pray to the bible
That my legs go Usain bolt, I hope
Right here, right now
That my feet don’t fail me now
Back there, back then
When I go back way back when
Like this, like that
With the weight of the world on my back
Breathe in, relax
Got the Fatboy slim on the track, Brap!