God Save the Queen - The First Fifteen Choir

What's poppin' No control C, no paste I'm so foreign Save my Gs and queen Ps keep calling Slidin' bass, hold on, wait No word in Polish If you dunno them, Gs from OFB Shoutout London Shoutout Tottenham And shoutout Leicester Fuck the po- po- The ting don't do the drugs so Tripin' solo Excuse me, pardon bando waiting until Them finally prosper But the draw outs are happening too got The mandem doing up Marcus Rashford Pause up, challenge Ref be fuckin' savage Count yo sins, taste em flavor (ayy) Don't be jealous Fuckin' madness When I catch 'em capin' Pop smoke feelings Born in the trap, so I'ma die a fucking legend Save my Gs, take care of the bando Pain is deep, so love is random Save the queen, they'll be lurking like an Arsène Wenger For the streets, four plus four, hate me later Hold up, save my Gs and save the bando Got no love, we fuck them opps Always random Save the queen, they'll be lurking like an Arsène Wenger On the wing like David Beckham, see you later Ring, ring, delete Please don't call me "sweetie" When I'm missin' digits Chasin' paper, feeds my feelings Ate her titties for them flavor She's my red-hot chilli Love is tender So I'm gentle when her pussy need it Lick it and touch it, she counts me in no mathematics Cash spent for fashion, so all the time I spend on passion No lights or flashes My skin is white, but drown in darkness She fills my DM, but I didn't even look for caption Save my Gs, take care of the bando Pain is deep, so love is random Save the queen, they'll be lurking like an Arsène Wenger For the streets, four plus four, hate me later Hold up, save my Gs and save the bando Got no love, we fuck them opps Always random Save the queen, they'll be lurking like an Arsène Wenger On the wing like David Beckham, see you later

I looked over Jordan, And WHAT did I see, Comin' for to carry me home, A band of angels comin' after me, Comin' for to carry me home. Swing low, sweet chariot, Comin' for to carry me home; Swing low, sweet chariot, Comin' for to carry me home. If you get there before I do, Comin' for to carry me home, Tell all my friends I'm comin' too, Comin' for to carry me home. Swing low, sweet chariot, Comin' for to carry me home; Swing low, sweet chariot, Comin' for to carry me home.

Now And in the past they must remain But we can still rise now And be the nation again That stood against him Proud Edward's army And sent him homeward Tae think again O flower of Scotland When will we see Your like again That fought and died for Your wee bit hill and glen And stood against him Proud Edward's army And sent him homeward Tae think again The hills are bare now And autumn leaves lie thick and still O'er land that is lost now Which those so dearly held O flower of Scotland When will we see Your like again That fought and died for Your wee bit hill and glen And stood against him Proud Edward's army And sent him homeward Tae think again

I vow to thee, my country All earthly things above Entire and whole and perfect The service of my love The love that asks no questions The love that stands the test That lays upon the alter The dearest and the best The love that never falters The love that pays the price The love that makes undaunted The final sacrifice A love that asks no questions A love that stands the test That lays upon the alter The dearest and the best I vow to thee, my country All earthly things above Entire and whole and perfect The service of my love And there's another country I've heard of long ago Most dear to them that love her Most great to them that know We may not count her armies We may not see her King Her fortress is a faithful heart Her pride is suffering And soul by soul and silently Her shining bounds increase And her ways are ways of gentleness And all her paths are peace We may not count her armies We may not see her King Her fortress is a faithful heart Her pride is suffering And soul by soul and silently Her shining bounds increase And her ways are ways of gentleness And all her paths are peace